Look, it is a pair of shoes that come with little kid dancing shoes attached- so that you can waltz your kid across the floor and their feet won't slip off your bigger shoe:
Look, it is a person inside a night tree:
Look, it's a rocking chair bear:
Do I need to explain it more than this?
I can't afford to buy the leaf-sweater at this moment, but I'm working on it.
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Right now I'm reading Pale Fire and enjoying it a great deal. It made me think about how every year through school there has always been some book that blew my dome off. This year I think it's The Rings of Saturn. But can you remember the one book you loved above all else for each year since you were a kid? I want to make a list but it will take me a while because some years are blank. In 8th grade I know I loved the short story Bartleby the Scribner (sp?) and in 9th grade I think it was Mann's Death in Venice.
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it's Scrivener- and damn that story is good.
I remember in high school English (maybe 12th grade?) reading Pride and Prejudice and just loving it. But what I remember even more vividly is the class set of copies of To The Lighthouse that were sitting in a cabinet in the classroom and how relieved I was when the teacher said we wouldn't be reading them. Somehow I had been given to understand that Virginia Woolf was a boring writer and that Lighthouse was an especially awful book.
It wasn't until my junior year of college that I read Woolf, who of course is amazing in just about every way you can imagine. I think about that class set of Lighthouse a lot-- 30 some odd copies of a book that would change my life, and I sat in a room with them every day for a year and didn't know.
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