The Attic
Her brain is an attic where things
were stored over the years.
From time to time her face appears
in the little windows near the top of the house.
The sad face of someone who has been locked up
and forgotten about.
Always Carver round my mind
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21 October 2008
5 July 2008
In the forest, by Edna O'Brien
I read in the tube every day. I get about two hours reading that way, so in a week and a half I can read a 400 page novel easily. But then, not all novels are the same. Some flow easily, they entertain and make the journey fun, making you smile while sleepy faces around you fight the morning. But other novels get you stuck, they demand a slower reading. A three page chapter can make you close the book, and demand to let the paragraphs settle in your mind, think about what you've read, digest the rawness. That's happening to me with In the forest.
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