Everybody has his/her perversions. Mines are not different from others’. One of these (from the most strange ones) is that if at 2 a.m., when I usually go to bed, I can’t fall asleep I put an audio-book into the CD player and I start ironing. According to my husband, it takes some years while a sensible man get used to these kinds of female fancies, but after that he can handle it as part of the everydays that I stroke his shirts until 4 a.m…
/Agatha Seymour/
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When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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