ext_90777 ([identity profile] silver-notebook.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] foxtongue 2006-10-04 02:31 am (UTC)

I decided then I was only going to read books I would like to write, or literature that pushed my envelope, built of a nature so different that I can barely grasp them, insisting in my head that the better quality I read, the better I will write.
My goodness; I would hardly have read anything if I'd set myself such strident criteria. Apart from the fact that any brief illusions towards writing were quickly quelled by the likes of Katherine Mansfield, who, at such a young age had already achieved greater mastery than I could ever aspire to; I was greedy for joy from books. Some short sequence of words that could evoke in me images beyond anything inferred by the written word, and the pull of my eye to the end of the line... and the next, and the next, were what made me buy. But I guess I am perhaps a lazy reader with simple tastes, having been weened to words by the likes of Enid Blyton and Jackie Collins.

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