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The Lover

Time to do things, like read. Books stacking on top of books as words are devoured now that work is part-time. Marguerite Duras' The Lover was exquisite because the diction was sumptuous. I didn't want to put it down because each vignette was something to be devoured. Sentences dripped down my chin like juice from a mango.

Posted on July 3, 2009 by Registered CommenterBritt in | CommentsPost a Comment

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