May 22, 2019•228 words
My original plan was to write a story about this memory I have of discovering John Grisham as a teen. This was to lead into a badly written review for his book, The Whistler, which I read purely because it was available as a digital loan from the library. I was going to have that turn into a review for the Kobo Clara HD midway through as a weird hybrid review-inside-a-narative. As I started writing it though, I quickly discovered that this thing was getting a little long in the tooth, so I decided to just split the two from each other.
A strange sense of pride in my ugly hybrid baby brought about this thought: Why don't I let you pick how you want to read the damn thing? Or if, even!
So here are your options:
- Read the whole thing play out as closely to how I originally invisioned as I could get it.
- Only read the thing where I wax nostalgic about a trip I once took, discovering John Grisham, and have thoughts about The Whistler.
- Only read my review of the Kobo Clara HD.
And if you don't care about any of that nonsense, but are slightly interested to see what I've read over the past two years, here are those lists.