Dont' TAlk to Strangers

This morning I almost threw away the sandals I was wearing. I have to kill them before they kill me. That's what I was thinking. What is going to happen? They'll be put back in their box and may not see daylight again until, well; I remember their cuteness, forget the pain and forgive.

They were owned because they're cute. There have been indications of incompatibility but they were cute. They look good with the one who claimed them. Until they had to walk together, until they had to face the day together and go on a journey.

I just read some short stories and so I guess I felt like a storyteller.

A friend is a fan of Joyce Carol Oates and has been encouraging me to try reading her novels. Before Christmas last year I was checking the site of a local bookstore for Children's Books and saw one by the author. Small Avalanches and other Stories. I put it in my list of Books to Buy. I saw copies on the sale section of a bookstore and bought one.

I was thinking, perhaps they were catalogued under children's books because it's a compilation of short stories involving teenaged girls. Children will not be able to comprehend the contents and having teenagers read them will, most likely, evoke paranoia.

They were, I think, the rationale to the warning "Don't talk to strangers." I guess that's the idea.

The stories were written with enough thrill to make the reader (me) want to rush through the pages, with just enough details to focus on the events and the fullness of the story left to the imagination.

It was a good read. Quick. I guess I'll read some more Oates.

Random Thought: Ang sakit ng legs ko :(