On Tuesday Dave lent me David Foster Wallace's "Brief Interviews With Hideous Men," a collection of short stories and essays and general DFW musings. I've read it before, but it's been a little while and I forgot how lovely it is. This happens with books for me, which is quite nice. I love being able to get excited about books, to gasp audibly when something happens even when it's a book that I've loved forever and ever. I get excited and nervous every time I read "The Silver Chair" or "The Subtle Knife," the books I grew up with. I can read "The Bone People" over and over and still be absolutely astonished at the incredible quality of the writing (Keri Hulme, I love you).
Do you re-read books? Do they still make you happy and excited and scared?
(Picture drawn by the incredible Julianna Swaney of Oh My Cavalier!)
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