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.


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.