Saturday, November 17, 2007

false start

Having been raised in a household where Joyce was considered canon and books a necessity easily on par with food, it is perhaps as unsurprising that my literary tastes tend toward the unusual as it is that my appetite for literature is voracious.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i love the way this reads. delightful in that almost-proustian way yourself.

liz said...

i love the way you always post anonymously, yet easily identifiably.