Again, you think you're unique in some way but you really never are: you read what people your age are reading.


The Paris Review, The Art of Fiction No. 131, Issue 124, Fall 1992


Again, you think you're unique in some way but you really never are: you read what people your age are reading.

Again, you think you're unique in some way but you really never are: you read what people your age are reading.

Again, you think you're unique in some way but you really never are: you read what people your age are reading.

Again, you think you're unique in some way but you really never are: you read what people your age are reading.