This Post is for Hannah

[leia131]

And Hannah only. But you can all read it. Mostly because I can't stop you.

So.

I have to read "Life of Pi" before I go to college, (some sort of Freshman bonding exercise...we all read the same book and then discuss it...whatever) and in my copy is a introduction type thingy from the author. And so I read it, and I was forcibly reminded of you.

Here:

"I would settle in a hill station and write my novel. I had visions of myself at a table on a large veranda, my notes spread in front of me next to a steaming cup of tea. Green hills heavy with mists would lie at my feet and the shrill cry of monkeys would fill my ears...Thus set up, pen in hand, for the sake of greater truth, I would turn Portugal into fiction."

(I can just see you, Hannah, surrounded by green hills, writing for the greater truth, with tea. Also, you are the kind of person who would imagine such a thing for yourself, right down to the sounds of the monkeys.)

And then the writer hates his novel, so this is what he does with it:

"I mailed the notes of my failed novel to a fictious address in Siberia, with a return address, equally fictious, in Bolivia."

(I KNOW you'd do something like that with something you had written, if you hated it enough. And Lynn Williams agreed with me. And she wants to know if you remember her.)

So there you go. Let me know if this sounds as much like you to you as it did to me.

*Love*