“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


As Long As We're On The Subject ...

Monday, May 24, 2010

I came across an interesting blog post as I was scanning through my Bloglines feed, looking at old posts that I had marked to be read at a later date. This one had been waiting for quite a while as it got lost in the shuffle. I thought it was interesting in light of what I said here. Pretty much the same thing, only much better spoken. Also I'm not nearly as much of a book snob as this guy, which proves my point that I'm really just a recovering wanna-be.

Thank You, Nick Hornby; or, Confessions of a Recovering Literary Philistine



At 5/30/2010 9:31 PM, Blogger Blond Girl wrote:

Ah, but does this mean he stopped haranguing his mom for reading romance novels? Hmmmm....

I'm on book two of the Twilight Saga and it's all your fault. Good stuff.


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