She Seems Sort Of Lost.'

Before College, I Hadn't Voluntarily Read Anything That Might Be Called Literature; I Didn't Think I'd Understand It; I Never Seemed To Understand My English Teacher's Interpretations Of What We Read.

She Seems Sort Of Lost.' I Thought, Lost How? How Am I Lost? Suddenly I Felt Lost.

Sometimes You’re Loved Because Of Your Weaknesses. What You Can’t Do Is Sometimes More Compelling Than What You Can.

Olive Kitteridge' Is A Masterpiece: The Writing Is So Perfect You Don't Even Notice It; The Story Is So Vivid It's Less Like Reading A Story Than Experiencing It Firsthand.

Nice,' I Say, Realizing Only Afterward That I've Mimicked Her, A Bad Habit Of Mine; I'm Like One Of Those Animals That Imitates Its Predators To Survive.