I Suppose It's Only Fair...

Annie Dillard is my hands down, all time, one of a kind, bam a lam a ding dong favourite writer. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek was the first book of hers that I read, so I kind of think that it's my favourite, although, I read Teaching a Stone to Talk and Holy the Firm as if they were my Bible. Annie Dillard makes me sweat happiness. My heart beats faster, (really it does) and I find that I can only read a little at a time or I just might die of happiness. I really, truly, honestly feel the same way when I read her books as I do when I fall for a smart boy that is nice to boot. She drives me bonkers.
In a good way.
The end.

It's a Contest!

Dear Faithful (and transient) Readers,

This week I won an award from my University for an essay I wrote. "What fun!" you must be saying, and right you are. But, better than just fun for me, is the fact that part of my prize was a gift bag full of books from the University bookstore (superb). Now, it just so happens that I already own a copy of "Tess of the D'Urbervilles" by Thomas Hardy, (and yes, I wept like a willow while I read) and so, I thought to myself, "I will give this book away."

I would like to give it to one of you, dear readers. I delight in going to the post office, wrapping things in brown paper, and sending them off through the mail. It makes me ridiculously happy. So, I think you should write me/email me about one of your favourite books and why it makes you so happy you think you might split your skin, and I'll send the most convincing person (or, by chance only person) my book, free of charge!!!!! Plus, I'll go buy your book and read it if I haven't yet.

What fun, hey?

(The essay. Night Swimming)