Mr.
Robinson and I, or Robbie, as I now call him, chatted for a long time after
class about “Captain Quad” -- we didn’t talk about my situation, about the
bitterness I felt over Sarah having dumped me.
It
just felt good to talk about the story, about the scary things that happened,
about the creepy feeling I got when reading it.
Maybe
the whole reflection piece, the whole moral behind the story is something that
just gets planted somewhere in the back of your mind while you enjoy the story
itself. In any case, we didn’t talk about that. Just about how good the book
was, and the different memorable scenes in it.
And
then Mr. Robinson loaned me another book by this Costello guy. This one was
called “The Cartoonist” -- it looks even better than that first one. It's about
this old guy who is a mostly coma-like patient at a hospital and who draws
things as if on autopilot. But the things he draws all come true and wreak
havoc and hell on one doctor's life through a series of uncanny accidents and
mishaps. I’m actually afraid to pick it up and start reading it tonight, afraid
that I’m going to get sucked into the book and not get any sleep again.
So I
put it on my night side table. I’ll start reading it tomorrow because I don’t
need to get up early on Saturday.
-- 2 Comments --
Trish said...
"The
Cartoonist" sounds like an odd story indeed! Let us know what you think of
it. And don't draw any pictures for me! hehe. Unless, of course, they involve
nice things happening to me! :)
Good night, Peter!
Kim said...
I'm impressed by your
will power! I know when I get a new book, the first thing I want to do is read
read read...
have fun on Saturday!
