Meeting Kurt Vonnegut
I was a child who loved to read. Everyone in my family loved to read. We were book people. My father brought a shopping bag to the library and loaded it up at the new book section. My mother who worked so hard everyday would come home from work, slip into the rattiest nightgown you've ever seen and sit on the couch with a thick book while the rest of us sat and watched tv. She never watched tv. She thought it was stupid. Which it is, but I love it. My brother and sister were both voracious readers and could read really fast. Terrifyingly fast. I was three years younger than my brother and he a year younger than my sister. So as a child I remember them tearing through thick books while I was still reading relatively slim ones. Books were not so long then. I think that when writers were typing them out by hand they were a little more careful. It wasn't until the advent of word processors that these 4-500 page books became the norm. When I was ab...