I remember my own childhood vividly… I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them.
Wow. Now there’s a quote to preface a book with.
The book is Neil Gaiman‘s The Ocean at the End of the Lane… Interesting title.
The quote… Maurice Sendak, in Conversation with Art Spiegelman, The New Yorker, September 27, 1993…
Maurice Sendak. You know, Where the Wild Things Are.
Gotta say… That quote got me. Continue reading “The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neverwhere” →
I like to read. And I’m finding the time to read more, as I am finding more time to write. It’s funny sometimes how you find time when you don’t actually have more time… Time is interesting that way. I even joined a book club and writing group, both at my local library. The local library I worked at years ago, and am back working at, but only as a sub.
Any way, back to reading, and the fact I’m reading more. Every book, at least that I’m actually going to read, needs a good beginning. Continue reading “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry” →