In a long-ago time when I didn't know Yes I was happy, I was myself and I was happy. In a long-ago time when I wasn't a child any longer yet wasn't entirely not-a-child. In a long-ago time when I seemed often to be alone, and imagined myself lonely. yet this is your truest self: alone, lonely.
I'm half way through this short story collection by Oates. Oates is still a little difficult for me to get by, as in she makes me uneasy at times. And let me tell you that is both a good and a bad feeling.
Her style is distinctly her; she'll start half way through a sentence and you'll ahve to re-read the paragraph to actually understand what she means. Apart from that this short story collection is very "for girls", a very insightful look into the world of teenage girls. Its interesting and different but definitely gets uneasy at times. Sometimes, the allegory just plain doesn't make sense and sometimes its plain beautiful.
I guess I'll need some more time to get used to her.
