December 14, 2008

Page 5

"Last night, I dreamt that I chopped Andrew up into a hundred little pieces, like a Benihana chef, and ate them, one by one.  He tasted like chicken.  Afterward, I felt full but slightly disappointed.  I had been craving steak."

- The Opposite of Love, Julie Buxbaum

*Note:  This is the first sentence of the book and what immediately snagged me.  Any author that talks about eating people in dreams and not being able to satisfy cravings is a buddy of mine.

No comments: