eep.

[jazzfish]

I have, on the desk next to my trackball, a copy of Mary Edwards Wertsch's Military Brats: Legacies of Childhood Inside the Fortress.

I don't think I've ever been actually frightened by the prospect of reading a book before.

I've still got half of _The Princes of the Air_ (which so far appears to be a con movie, a la Shade or The Sting, dressed up as space opera) to get through. After that I'm going to read _The Chains That You Refuse_ because if I'm reading Bear's journal I really ought to read some of her fiction.

I'm diving in after that, though.

"There are no ceremonies to mark the end of our career as military brats, either. We simply walk out into our destinies, into the dead center of our lives, and try to make the most of it." --from the introduction by Pat Conroy

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[jazzfish]

There's something of a line already forming, but absolutely. (You're definitely behind uilos, and elf expressed interest as well. Both of them read pretty quickly, though.)

I've flipped through it a bit and winced several times already.

I'm contemplating buying a copy for my father for Xmas. Maybe with that Philip Larkin poem ("They fuck you up, your mum and dad") inscribed on the inside cover.