{"id":2672,"date":"2005-03-20T18:58:40","date_gmt":"2005-03-20T23:58:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2672"},"modified":"2015-05-17T07:46:51","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T11:46:51","slug":"miss-dorothea-brooke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2672","title":{"rendered":"Miss Dorothea Brooke:"},"content":{"rendered":"

I started Middlemarch<\/i> today.<\/p>\n

I’ve read 3 pages, and I feel such a mixture of exhilaration and despair that it’s nearly unbearable. The despair comes from the feeling: Jaysus, I will never ever be able to write like that. HOW DOES SHE DO THAT?<\/p>\n

Anne<\/a>? It’s funny: I bought the book today, and walked to the subway through the rain, running my hand over the smooth cover with the Monet painting, wanting to crack it open THEN AND THERE, even though it was raining. I wanted to step into a doorway, hide from the wet, and read a couple of pages. This is the type of anticipation I feel. And just wanted you to know, Anne, that I couldn’t wait to tell you that. I’ve never met Anne. It’s one of those blog friendships, one of the things that can happen in this medium. A miracle, a weird thing really: That I would buy that book today, and not be able to wait to tell YOU!<\/p>\n

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