A message from pelicanskeleton

Hermione

I think I’m the only writer I know that doesn’t reread books. I experience them once and then I don’t revisit. No matter how much I love it, and I do love many books, I just can’t imagine going through something I’ve already read page by page. 

In elementary school, I frittered most of my time away on random books. I mean, like, random fucking books. You’d be surprised what you could find in that Catholic school’s library. I read this shit called “A Door Into Ocean” about lesbian catfish people who didn’t believe in power. My fourth grade mind missed all the feminism and philosophy though, and went straight to COOL, CATFISH PEOPLE. Anyway, I still wouldn’t go back and read that just because… I don’t know. I have a mental block with doing that for some reason.

A very important book to me, however, is Life of Pi. Much like A Door Into Ocean, most of the cool ideas and philosophies went right over my head because I was very young. But I was going through a hard time while I was reading it and the whole survivor log thing appealed to me. I enjoyed climbing onto the raft with Pi and floating alone and waiting to find the shore.