Wednesday, September 17, 2014

When I Was A Child I Read Books by Marilynne Robinson (2012)

 This was limestone writing, layered and thoughtful, and hard, and if I had the time and patience for a deep reading, I could have carefully deconstructed it to find gems and fossils.  But my life of reading isn't divided into chunks of quiet time; it's unfortunately more like bits and pieces of time to read here, there, and everywhere, without a whole lot of time for careful thought or rumination or analysis.  I wish my life were ordered differently, but it's not.  And I have the attention span of a gnat.

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