A Prayer for Owen Meany
John Irving
There’s a simple explanation for why, in spite of all this reading, I wasn’t an English major: I’m an ignoramus.
There’s just no sense pretending otherwise. Too often I sat in class wondering if I had read something completely different from my classmates. Don’t misunderstand me: I was adept enough at faking it to score highly. I just knew I was missing something.
That sense probably resulted in my aversion to re-reading, which I’ve mentioned before. So why would I spend my time once again working Continue reading
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