Venia

Im sorry for taking so long to establish my blog site--but no need to fret on it, eh? I mean you don't need to get your panties in a twisted bundle, a dimpled tumble. There is more to life than that, I just don't know what it is.


I love and love and love the first lines of Finnigins Wake--and all the ones after that also! But very much yes! I am happy with this beginning:

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to
bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.


I don't have any discoveries to report yet, except this--I did not like Haroun and the sea of stories. I mean the storie behind it was neat and fun but, after being infected by a certain author by the name of Nabokov, such elementary language finds me yawning. Oh my God I am sounding like a high brow! I am not trying to be stuck up, and I read the whole story through. I didn't (God Forbid) Stop Reading The Book.

Anyways, I am enjoying "The Following Story," and I of course I am enjoying Finnigins Wake.