...the writer who completely derailed and rearranged me (for the better) with one single line: "I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany." Thanks, John, for setting the bar so high for characters not to be forgotten because I, too, am (so fortunately) doomed to remember that boy with the wrecked voice. I've taken him in and made him a home within my file of "great." Can I get a witness?
Sunday, March 02, 2008
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Here, here! You've got a witness, darling. One of the best books evah.
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