"Watership Down." There's a light dancing in his eyes: she knows damn well that's one of the few precious books on the island. "No, I'm teasing; I don't give a hoot about what happens to a bunch of bunnies. Give me a good hot bunch of hobbits, though, and I'd be real happy."
It's only a little bit of a joke: that damn Tolkien could keep him occupied for days and days. "You know, show the maps to the French chick, drive her crazy. Crazier."
He's still not answering the question, mostly because it's a hard one to answer. Go to prison and when you ain't fighting for privacy or food, you're reading and he's read a lot.
"If I really got to pick, I'm going with some Flannery O'Connor." It's the whole business about the south: she knows it real good and she writes some fine unwitting con-men to boot. "Maybe one of her short story collections. Maybe A Good Man is Hard to Find. You surprised?"
Yeah, reading her's like bundling up the absolute worst of home with the absolute second-worst of home, wrapping it up, and getting it as a present. It ain't what you want, but it sure is familiar.
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"Watership Down." There's a light dancing in his eyes: she knows damn well that's one of the few precious books on the island. "No, I'm teasing; I don't give a hoot about what happens to a bunch of bunnies. Give me a good hot bunch of hobbits, though, and I'd be real happy."
It's only a little bit of a joke: that damn Tolkien could keep him occupied for days and days. "You know, show the maps to the French chick, drive her crazy. Crazier."
He's still not answering the question, mostly because it's a hard one to answer. Go to prison and when you ain't fighting for privacy or food, you're reading and he's read a lot.
"If I really got to pick, I'm going with some Flannery O'Connor." It's the whole business about the south: she knows it real good and she writes some fine unwitting con-men to boot. "Maybe one of her short story collections. Maybe A Good Man is Hard to Find. You surprised?"
Yeah, reading her's like bundling up the absolute worst of home with the absolute second-worst of home, wrapping it up, and getting it as a present. It ain't what you want, but it sure is familiar.