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Old 02-25-2012, 04:24 PM   #12503
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I just finished reading the second in Jim Butcher's Dresden Files series after listening to the first one as an audiobook last week. The writing is nothing special so I enjoyed the audio more than the text, but the series is fun (love Bob!). I'll try and get as many as I can from the library as audiobooks and read the others to fill in the gaps.

Currently reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, the language is wonderful and the imagery of a fig tree as choices in life is a good example:
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.

From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Jay Cee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

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