When I described the book, he was fascinated - it turns out he is an auto racing fan AND a dog owner. So I said the first book that popped into my mind: The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein. I wanted to get my sneakers and move on with my day.
(How did the subject come up, you wonder? Never one to waste a moment of potential reading time, I was reading a book while waiting my turn in the shoe store.) I told him that was an impossible question to answer - I could only give him a list of my favorite books.
Yesterday, while he was fitting me for new sneakers, the salesman asked me what my favorite book was. I tell this story because telling this story is what I must do. And so I tell my story to you, as the Mariner told his: he, standing outside the wedding party, snatching at a passing wrist, paralyzing his victim with his gaze I, standing with my family at the edge of this immortal forest. Stories continue in all directions to include even the retelling of the stories themselves, as legend is informed by interpretation, and interpretation is informed by time.
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