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Friday, April 09, 2004

Perusing my bookshelf tonight was like sliding through nearly forgotten states of mind: confused but unbothered (like when I go snorkling, I think, floating around in a murky purpleness but within reach of air), Banville and Ford Madox Ford, voyeuristic (Roth, Irving, Updike, Baxter's The Feast of Love), and just plain relaxed (Fitzgerald, Bradbury).

I'm in wonderful Washington with 21 years of myself. If 400 pages of reading weren't waiting for next week, I'd dust off the Nancy Drews.

// posted by Flora @ 4/09/2004 12:57:00 AM
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