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andante

Geez, I can't remember what I did , much less a million years ago when I was 16.

Nevertheless, as I recall I wasn't very literary-minded. But sometime back then I read Leon Uris' Exodus. At that time I had just escaped from the little-bitty Baptist church I was raised in, and questioning everything I had been raised to believe. For all its faults, Exodus made a big impression on me, and set me on the road to broader horizons.

andante

Ummmm, HTML goof. "What I did yesterday..."

Houston

I still can't remember the book I would have chosen. It wouldn't have been one of those epic novels--shit, I was a lightweight in those days, too. I did have an overly developed sense of "specialness" so I would have chosen a classic. I just can't remember which one.

Funny thing about memory, though. I can remember some of the details of high school better than I cam remember yesterday.

I am teased by several friends who tell me it just gets worse.

Jaye Ramsey Sutter

I am stuck inside The Great Gatsby.

There was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life [. . .] it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

Alright, alright. Cut me in on this. What do I need to do...?


Jaye Ramsey Sutter

I am stuck inside The Great Gatsby.

There was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life [. . .] it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

Alright, alright. Cut me in on this. What do I need to do...?

Mike/Baltimore

I remember reading "Advice and Consent", by Allen Drury. It was special to me because it educated me about basic government stucture, and it contained a interesting look at a man who was running for a Senate seat, and was being dogged by the other side for possible homosexual activity during his time in the service.

andante

"I am teased by several friends who tell me it just gets worse."

It does.

:)

Houston

Hi, Mikey.

Jaye, I was going to say The Great Gatsby, too, but I know I didn't get there until sometime in the 70s. I'm glad, too, because I wasn't ready for it in the 60s. Of course, in my real life, I became Jay Gatsby but with a twist.

Still, I like the voice used in Angela's Ashes. When I recite it, I have a clipped Irish accent that tells you I've lived in New York in the Irish ghetto for 30 years. I have a friend who says I sound just like his Aunt Moira. I take it as a compliment.

Piggy & Tazzy

*feels good about the fact I'll always be nearer to 16 than Houston*

I've been racking my brains about this one too and it's beginning to bug me. I really can't remember what my book of choice was way back then.

I was very into horror stories at that age, for some reason, so don't think I would have chosen one of them for obvious reasons.

The book which really sticks in my memory though, is 'White Fang'. The sad thing is, I can't quite remember why.

wanda

I've been doing a bit of reminiscing lately. My son and his girlfriend are going to her Senior Prom tonight. It's been a hectic week, getting a tuxedo, her flowers, trying to find a limo service, and making reservations for them at the beach for the after the prom party. All of this has reminded me of my own proms. Oh what fun they were.
I don't know if I was even aware of F-451 when I was 16. It was all boys, dates, cheerleading, school, friends, and phone calls for me back then. School was incidental. A place where I could hang with my friends and have fun. Where we suppose to be learning something?

oldwhitelady

Age 16 was a long time ago. It would be very difficult to remember anything particular from that time.

fragileindustries

Hi sweetie; I'm off to Bluebonnet country in North Texas on Tuesday. At 16 I idolized the self-destructive confessional poets. Now at 48, I'm a battle-scarred ex-confessional poet. I would have taken Ariel by Sylvia Plath or just about any Anne Sexton to heart. Come to think of it, I nearly have . . .

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