The Life of Pi

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It's still with me. I watched the Life of Pi two days ago and I can't stop thinking about it. By night it flashes through the filmy velvet of my dreams. By day my head is a rapturous kaleidoscope of luminous fish and sweet Indian music. And my heart is still breaking for the tears of Pi. I read the book five years ago. Yann Martel not only Continue Reading

A Pair of Red Clogs

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I am seven years old. In the quiet still of afternoon, I stop. The scent of frangipanis hovers at the door. Heat sticks to the windows like gritty oil. I sink into the cool corner of the library. Essence of ink on musty paper. Just me and the book. I am lost in the story. A little girl in Japan. Shopping with her mother in the Continue Reading