I missed the shape in the near and far distance, of mountains, what was so grotesquely absent in the Midwest. I could never shake the idea that there must have been some kind of mutilation, an amputation, to reduce a countryside to such awful flatness. The clouds over the lake could only do so much for so long in a day to masquerade as landforms.
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I wanted to know if, after all the years away, she felt the same, if she missed the comfort, the safety, of the mountains.
from Disobedience , by Jane Hamilton Disobedience is a Bookcrossing book -- an exercise in serendipity and literary addiction -- when I've finished with it, either I'll give it to someone else in particular, or just leave it in a public place to find its next reader on its own. I haven't decided yet.
I like Hamilton's description of the Midwestern plains as something mutilated -- as they are from the perspective of the narrator, a Vermo...
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