There should be a name for the blank look on someone’s face when you are talking to them and they have no idea what you are talking about. There should also be a name for the feeling you get when you, midway through a conversation, suddenly realise they have no idea what you are talking about.I had this experience this morning when I was babbling away to Lindsay this morning about Donna Tartt’s The Secret History - a great little page turner of a book that I started on Saturday and have barely been able to put down since.
I was mid-flight, conversation-wise, and talking away about how much I was enjoying it and thanking her for the recommendation when I noticed the blank look on Lindsay’s face.
“Uh, you did lend it to me, didn’t you?” I asked. “Um no.”
Oh. So the end result is that I have this great book but no idea where it came from. Apologies for the lapse in my memory but I can’t quite remember who lent it to me in the first place. Please, please let me know who you are so I can return it and have someone to discuss it with…
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I have a copy of it and may have lent it to you under the terms of the CNG Lending Library... but can't remember if I did or not.
I'll check whether it is on my shelf or not.
I wish I had leant it to you. Then I'd know where all my darned books have gotten to. Sounds good though. At least you are trying to locate the owner - a literary conscience?
L x
Thanks Dans - turns out my sister has a copy too so it might have been her... hmm who the hell knows.
While I'm at it if anybody borrowed my Libertines biography pretty please let me know as I'm worried about it and miss it awfully...
Why on earth would anyone need to borrow the Libertines biography? We all know how it ends... :)
Oh no - don't even go there - they'll work it out one day, Johnsy. Plus it's got some awesome pics....
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