A disclaimer: the Wiki says that tonight’s story is… how to put this… Big in Middle School Circles. But don’t let that put you off (especially if you yourself run in Middle School Circles, or are Big therein). I can be as big of an arrogant elitist as the next lady when it comes to my own sometimes obscurantist needs, but as anyone with a well-rounded appreciation of fiction, I can sit back and take a closer look at the forgotten gems of Middle School. Like those jelly shoes that ladies my age are supposed to nostalge about.
Because we can reminisce about all these things, or read lines like this and put our hands up in admission of the ageless:
“It’s about as real a smile as girls can do for each other, considering we don’t practice real smiling every day, you know…”
That’s pretty good, right? Happy wintertime.
4 thoughts on “Raymond’s Run”
At least as a writer, I’ve learned more about the craft reading Ramona and the Little House books than Joyce or Pynchon. YA and kids’ books are like a steamed fish. They have to be perfect, or kids won’t read them.
Raymond’s Run was just lovely! What a story; and so beautifully read, it’s a joy to listen.
it was vary fun to hear and made it easy to read to class