Friday, 9 March 2007
The first sentence of the book I'm currently reading.At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring.
The first sentence of the last three books I've read.It's early September.
The first time I ask to carry a knife to the temple, Daddy tells me I'm not allowed to because we're Macedonian.
I pace in our cell in Erudite headquarters, her words echoing in my mind: My name will be Edith Prior, and there is much I am happy to forget.
They Call Them Buttons.
I Wish I Could Make My Own.
But I Don't Know How.
So I Just Cut and Paste.