freaky friday…

Oh my God, Steve! On your recommendation, I started Augusten Burroughs’s Running With Scissors this morning on Bart. It’s now 2:30am, and I just finished it. Each chapter is more horrifyingly unbelievable than the last. I wonder if he and Chuck Pahlaniuk know each other. Except that these stories are supposedly true. I have my doubts. I guess it’s possible that so many disturbingly weird things could happen in one house in the course of 5 years to a kid who just happens to have an active imagination as well as a compulsive need to write everything down. But regardless of my skepticism, I’ll concede that Burroughs is one hell of a storyteller. Mark and Tomi, this has to be the next reading assignment of the Twisted Scribblers Book Club.

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2 Responses to freaky friday…

  1. Kmeelyon says:

    04.24.2004 3:23 pm

    I don’t have the book in my possession any longer, but one of my favorite lines was when he said that his mother was from Georgia, and so it made everything she said sound as if it had been through a curling iron. That was just such a beautiful way to say that and it stayed in my mind. I still think that the first chapter of that book was exceptionally well-written. I am curious to read the sequel.

  2. Beth says:

    04.24.2004 11:53 pm

    Here is the quote:

    “My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron. Other people sound flat to my ear; their words just hang in the air. But when my mother says something, the ends curl.”

    I totally agree with you. That paragraph made me pause for a moment in appreciation.

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