I tend to try to summon chameleon genes to make me fade into landscapes when in a crowd. Our minister who's known me for 35 years described me to a new church member who'd never met me as someone who walked around trying to make herself invisible. In conversations, I don't talk a lot, I mainly listen. Not to judge, not to get dialogue for a new book, just to listen. (I already know what I know--if I want to learn anything, I have to let others talk.)
So, what does a wannabe chameleon, who can't think of a blog topic, do?She asks readers to tell her what they are currently reading, and to kindly share a passage that has impressed them and say why.
(You don't want to know what I'm reading-- The Oresteia by Aeschylus, in preparation for teaching it :)
Soooo--- as the other Novel Matters ladies always say, Do tell!
