Chris happened to be around visiting earlier this week, which was nice. However, while he was there, he was looking at my bookshelf.
"You read Vonnegut?"
"Um...yeah..."
"Wow, I wouldn't have figured. Steinbeck and 1984, too! Have you actually read these?"
"You sound so surprised."
"I thought you just read fantasy. I didn't realize you read actual literature."
This is the part where Amanda started twitching uncontrollably. Fantasy is not irrelevant. It can tell us every bit as much about human relationships and conditions as the grittiest realistic fiction there is. It creates new connections in our minds as we learn the rules and standards in each new world, learning a language to connect with it. It gives us another way to view the world and another opportunity to understand it.
In other news, it's dumping snow, and school has been canceled for tomorrow. This would be cool, if we didn't have a concert Tuesday after missing class Friday.
Alas.
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