velshtein | flying away

"Your mother doesn't know anything about this."

"I won't tell her."

"Don't say that," his father told him sharply. "Don't start down that road or you'll never stop."

"But you said you never--"

"No, I never told her," his father said, finding the jacket at last and shrugging into it. "She never asked and I never told her. If she never asks you, you never have to tell her. That sound like a bullshit qualification to you?"

"Yeah," Kevin said. "To tell the truth, it does."

"Okay," Mr. Delevan said. "Okay... but that's the way we do it. If the subject ever comes up, you--we--have to tell. If it doesn't, we don't. That's just the way we do things in the grown-up world. It sounds fucked up, I guess, and sometimes it is fucked up, but that's how we do it. Can you live with that?"

"Yes. I guess so."

Read Four Past Midnight (Stephen King), a collection of four novellas. Which I was corrected about because I told my (librarian) sister that they were four short stories and she was all "NO A 300 PAGE STORY IS NO SHORT STORY, IT IS A NOVELLA."

The Langoliers was a lot of adventurous fun (airplanes! craziness!), I couldn't really enjoy Secret Window, Secret Garden (slow insanity!), got really emotionally moved and a bit freaked out by The Library Policeman (I have too many half-forgotten memories of being in really old, dark and creepy libraries during the two years I lived in Tennessee when I was six/seven) and I adored The Sun Dog (I have such a soft spot for good parent/child relationships ♥). All in all, a pretty fun read.