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The hallucination of one moment did not fit the reality of the nextblogPost, 06/03/2012
Iâve written before of how sometimes work, life generally, can wreck my reading of a book. A busy period, a week passes without a page turned, and suddenly a great book has become a chore. I donât remember whatâs going on or who the characters are or why the plot involves a chihuaha*. The book becomes staccato and dissolves into incoherence.