or maybe I just talk too much.
8 Jan 2009 03:53 pmStarting back in mid-grade school, I had a policy of reading the library. (No, really. I started in the section nearest the door, and would go through every book, in every section, until I reached the end. Skipping the kid's sections, that is.) School libraries were small enough I could do this with reasonable speed, usually within a year or so, which meant my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years of HS I had to trek downtown to the Big City Library to get my fix. But anyway.
One book in particular, Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies, I can barely recall now except for a particular scene. The conversation is plot-laden; I think the young narrator was asking her baby-sitting charge about the child's step-mother, or something. But the entire two or three page scene was filled with business.
I can't even hope to repeat any of it, but I can generally reconstruct it -- because I'm not kidding when I say I went back and reread that one scene, a number of times, over the next year or two. I'd be in the library, pass the book, flip it open, and read just that part. ( Which leads me into: things we do, things we do and talk about, and deconstructing an argument. )
One book in particular, Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies, I can barely recall now except for a particular scene. The conversation is plot-laden; I think the young narrator was asking her baby-sitting charge about the child's step-mother, or something. But the entire two or three page scene was filled with business.
I can't even hope to repeat any of it, but I can generally reconstruct it -- because I'm not kidding when I say I went back and reread that one scene, a number of times, over the next year or two. I'd be in the library, pass the book, flip it open, and read just that part. ( Which leads me into: things we do, things we do and talk about, and deconstructing an argument. )