|New Focus to This Journal
||[Sep. 15th, 2005|02:22 pm]
I read it, then I forget it. I have always been that way. The good thing about that is that I can re-read a book, and not really know where it is going. Strange, not sure if this is abnormal or not. So, anyway, I know I have read lots of good things, poetic things, horrible things, potential life-changing things, but, well I forget. Time to start keeping track of those lines, paragraphs, chapters etc that open my eyes when I am reading them, and promptly forget them 2 days afterwards.|
The first one I just read about an hour ago:
"Russia had trusted herself to take the car, though she already felt like a driver on a stretch of black ice: no grip on the road, and many futures vying to become her next reality."
Martin Amis, Yellow Dog (Canada: Alfred A. Knopf, 2003) p 33.