August 22nd, 2004


Musing on quality reading, sort of

Quality means many things at many ages. When I was thirteen, I could read romances. It was the last time I could. I found them for ten cents a piece at a used bookstore near my grandparents house, which was cheaper than comics. I bought them by the handfuls because they were cheap. Did I notice that they were poorly written? No. There are books I adored as a child that I simply cannot read now, and it pains me. It's a loss. I don't bother to waste time thinking I was stupid; those were things that saved time and sanity in a confusing world, and I've lost the way into them. I can still read the first John Carter of Mars book, though.
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