Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye. The story of the remembered girlhood of a painter. A book that reminded me how intense being nine was and how cruel and complicated children can be. Atwood always tells a good story.
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Gwen!! I'm sure I knew about this blog, but you know, senility and all, I must've forgotten. ::)
Well, I've found it again! How have you been?
I've been plowing through Pynchon's Against the Day, although at the speed I read, it'll take the better part of a year! I'm loving it though, but I wanna suggest that readers keep a 1895 dictionary handy!
A book log so I don't forget names of authors and books when I talk to my mom. Now I'm in the research years of my training; so theoretically I have a little more time for reading. The reality seems to be that the lab is all-consuming and comfort reading has been the order of the day.
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Gwen!! I'm sure I knew about this blog, but you know, senility and all, I must've forgotten. ::)
Well, I've found it again! How have you been?
I've been plowing through Pynchon's Against the Day, although at the speed I read, it'll take the better part of a year! I'm loving it though, but I wanna suggest that readers keep a 1895 dictionary handy!
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