I think I might have been possessed by anna quindlen and the voice of the lady who was reading “black and blue” to me on my way to work this morning.
I drove into the parking lot around 9:05. I was still sitting there, in my car, baking in the early morning summer heat at 9:37. Sitting there, my face a red, puffy mess of tears and sweat. I was sitting there, listening to the last words of “black and blue.”
This is my second time hearing this story. I read the book when it first came out, about two years ago. I cried then too. what’s scary is the way anna quindlen’s writing style and that woman’s voice are the voices and manner I am using when talking to myself. I can hear it. I can feel myself phrasing my words the way quindlen did in the novel. I just wrote an entire e-mail using that voice. I hate when I do that. I did it with dave eggers and bridget jones too. I wonder why I do it, do other people do this? Or am I alone in this strange phenomenon?