“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.”
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I'm enjoying the way she describes everything spot-on, yet not overtly; throwing a thorough knowledge of the Midwest in there so that you might not really notice it if you didn't know. I've had to read more than a few lines aloud--tap, tap--listen to this!
They pronounced "milk" to rhyme with "elk," and "milieu" as "miloo."
We both have had many discussions about "melk," dating back to high school--and we can name the names of the offenders.
Across the street the gray concrete stadium wall rose three times higher than any building around, and it overshadowed the neighborhood in a bleak and brutal way.
Even though it's in tiny bits and pieces that could easily be overlooked, Moore really gets the isolation, mundane awkwardness and sweet-smelling clarity of Midwestern college town culture (in, ahem, "Troy").
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