The kid read books like he was engaged in some kind of scavenger procedure, scowling in concentration, turning pages at improbable speed while he flayed away inessential flesh of prose and inspected the skeleton of story, the bare facts or crucial nonsense. Dylan Ebdus didn't read, he filleted.
-- The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem. What a terrific description of how a kid reads a book!
My other books for the week is the polar opposite of Lethem's funkadelic anthem to 1970's Brooklyn:
As I sipped my cold tea I thought with a tired bitter feeling of dispair that I would be content to live in one corner of Manderley and Maxim in the other as long as the outside world should never know. If he had no more tenderness for me, never kissed me again, did not speak to me except on matters of necessity, I believed I could bear it if I were certain that nobody knew of this but our two selves.-- Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.Oh, the melodrama! It is still painful for me to watch this ninny feel sorry for herself and be afraid of her own shadow, but I am sucked hard into the story.
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