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People never believe me when I explain that Im a slow reader.
They either think Im being modest or lying (why lie about something so mundane?).
For this reason, I periodically make an effort to rev things up.
I have eliminated subvocalization and used a pen to set a reading pace.
I have tried conditioning drills to increase my vision span.
The asymmetry of effort and result is a source of unending private amusement … joy, even!
Molly
The Listening Houseby Mabel Seeley
Fiction, 1938
Buried-treasure alert!
This twisty, recently reissued whodunnit is a bonbon spiked with poison.
Gwynne Dacres is a copywriter who moves into a shady boardinghouse during the pits of the Great Depression.
And Gwynne, who has a feisty eye for detail and a wisecracking mouth, is on the case.
Soon it will be made into an acclaimed miniseries.
(Well, nothing has been announced but Im guessing itll happen.
Manifesting, if you will.)
Does that sound purposeless to you?!
Thats the endorsement, and Im sticking to it.
(Plus all the usual vices.)
Its an insular place.
Nomis uncle is the pastor of the town church; her parents are second cousins.
Develop aSEVERE ATTITUDE PROBLEMunderexpert tutelage?
Adjust your falsies and pour yourself a glass of Pink Zin while you dig into athrillerabout aPSYCHOTIC UPPER-CRUST HOUSEWIFE?
Earnyour graduate degree inMENS STUDIES?
Embrace a compelling theoreticalargumentin favor ofKINDNESS?
Laugh and cry andLAUGH AND CRYandlaugh and cry?
