I finally finished As I Lay Dying. It was my second through, but it was no easier than the first. It's taken me months as I can only digest short doses. And once the buzzards appeared, the going was even slower.
Here's one of the passages I read and reread:
"He had a word too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear."
So now it's time for a new book to carry me away. Any suggestions? What have you read lately?
