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April 19, 2005
And even, yes, even, yes, Tamora Pierce
From home I brought books. I sold off many others to make shelf-room, and even my Arden Shakespeares, and even The Canterbury Tales which I didn't like but might need as an English major, and even a Calvino (but I kept Henry Miller to keep Anais company, third shelf down).
From home I brought Peter S. Beagle, and even Patricia McKillip, and even Terry Pratchett, and even, yes, say it, Charles DeLint. From the store I got Margaret Mahy and E. Nesbit.
Four -- five? -- years ago I lost all my hair, went to New York, and was tongue tied (literally, pierced by a steel shaft and infected and liquid dieting, and cold-headed too with no head-hair) by the books on Ktv's shelf. There she was, prestigiously Columbian and her mantle covered in classics, also cockroaches, and I thought I had better revamp my bookshelves stat, except the cockroaches. I bought all the things I knew one ought to read and many of them I did read, too, but some have been on my not-yet shelf for years now. I packed most of the fantasy and sci-fi and so on away.
Suddenly there has been, book-wise, a reversion in the brain, a return to fantasy and what Mrs. Butler called "beach reads," and between you and me I blame the hair. Here it is again, as long as my sophomore or junior year of high school when I used to view all the assigned reading with suspicion and made sure to see the movie first. Maybe it's time to embrace that old me, snarl-headed and flighty as she was. I still have the bike-chain bracelet, though the long black trenchcoat and the kazoo (which for a solid year I carried around, linty and irritating and why on earth?) have disappeared. I could revert to my old walk, too, sort of a loping stalk more elastic than whatever I've got going now. Already I have hour-long phone conversations with Michele every day. Already I live on a diet of bread and cheese again. Already I'm dating my high-school boyfriend. How far do we really go, when we set out to go so awfully far?
Posted by didofoot at April 19, 2005 02:42 PM
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we'll have to stop talking when we talk then.
fucking tamora pierce. let me offer you a little advice. DO NOT, whatever you do, do not elect to read 8 tamora pierce books in 48 hours simply to avoid making a powerpoint presentation on cambodia's international relations. because when you're down to 2.5 hours before you have to talk for 20-30 minutes about the khmer rouge and king sihanouk, you haven't slept more than 10 hours in the last 48 hours, and your gastrointestinal life is composed entirely of cheese and bread you will seriously regret it.
Posted by: michele at April 19, 2005 03:32 PM
NoT THe KAzOo!
Posted by: michele at April 19, 2005 03:33 PM
p.p.s. what mahy did you get? seriously i should just call with all these comments.
Posted by: michele at April 19, 2005 03:34 PM
seriously i should be figuring out who king sihanouk is.
Posted by: michele at April 19, 2005 03:34 PM
Seriously I love Tamora Pierce. And I am all about the "beach" reads. Bahhh to the classics....this is way I always feel dumb though....Damn beach reads.
Posted by: nuala at April 19, 2005 03:46 PM
michele, you leave ch and go do your presentation!
nuala, someday tamora pierce will be canonized and who's gonna be laughing then? out of the other side of their faces?
i'm not sure what that means, but i'm pretty sure i was going for a triumphant note.
Posted by: didofoot at April 19, 2005 03:56 PM
oh hell, i didn't mean literally up there. now gene will make a mean webpage about me.
Posted by: didofoot at April 19, 2005 03:57 PM
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