August 16th, 2010 / 11:58 am
Snippets
Snippets
Kristen Iskandrian—
What you do consider a ‘love story’? What’s the last great one you read?
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Feed.
Light Boxes.
kafka on the shore
Richard Yates
Blood meridian
Shosha by I.B. Singer.
Wuthering Heights. Love is only interesting when lost.
The Dwarf by Par Lagerkvist
Feed.
i read proust’s Sodom and Gomorrah 7 or 8 years ago and its still the one. don’t expect anyone to better articulate the matter any time soon.
some I like are-
Autobiography of Red
Written on the Body
Phosphor in Dreamland
Light Boxes.
kafka on the shore
Richard Yates
Blood meridian
Shosha by I.B. Singer.
Wuthering Heights. Love is only interesting when lost.
The Dwarf by Par Lagerkvist
i read proust’s Sodom and Gomorrah 7 or 8 years ago and its still the one. don’t expect anyone to better articulate the matter any time soon.
some I like are-
Autobiography of Red
Written on the Body
Phosphor in Dreamland
I vividly remember being in seventh grade, sitting in the backseat while my parents drove my brother and I down to Colorado for a skiing vacation, and reading Erich Segal’s Love Story (you know, the one with the famous “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” line), which made me cry and cry and I remember my dad glancing up in the rear view mirror and when he saw that I was crying he shook his head like he was really embarrassed to have a son who would cry over a book.
I vividly remember being in seventh grade, sitting in the backseat while my parents drove my brother and I down to Colorado for a skiing vacation, and reading Erich Segal’s Love Story (you know, the one with the famous “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” line), which made me cry and cry and I remember my dad glancing up in the rear view mirror and when he saw that I was crying he shook his head like he was really embarrassed to have a son who would cry over a book.
aw. i like this.
aw. i like this.
me too
me too