That's what I get reading Wally Lamb's I Know This Much Is True.
And bits of Kate Chopin and Sylvia Plath, too.
Magic realism and stream of consciousness. You get that two together you have a fat book only people with sleeping problems can digest.
I'm on the 759th page of the total 894.
I remember my literature professor saying, "Be happy when you get out of college. You have all the time in the world to read without your teacher telling you what to read and asking you questions about it." I love that teacher. He has led me to the truth about literature: "It is a power to be possessed and not a body of objects to be studied."
I have in my possession a power to make insignificant nights without time.
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