This is one of those books where you think you know what the author is talking about, but you can't be sure if the author knows what they are talking about. Keeping someone's witch? Oedeipus or something. There were a lot of comments and phrases that came up over and over again, and in that way were defined. Somehow it made me dizzy. I knew and did not know. Muddy raven feet. Do I lack the vocabulary? I have lived a story just as this example, but what do I not know? Well. Then in the second half it switches to an interview. I could not finish that part. This book was true, and it shook me, and I struggled to move past certain parts. The writing was there, but the meaning I have no idea. Maybe that is the point? It almost feels like a joke has been played on me.
Anyway, recently I read a headline that said Stephen King was so high that he forgot writing several of his most popular books. I wonder if this book was like that.
I found this book in a local lending library. I'm looking forward to returning it there and gettings it's magic out of my house.
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