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09 April 2008

Loving language

I remember when I first stumbled across the magic of reading... it was the summer I turned nine. I was so anxious not to miss the slightest nuance... that I read with a dictionary at my side.

Perhaps that is why I enjoyed this piece so much...
Part of the trouble is that I have never seen a vang. But it’s also that “vang” doesn’t sound like a noun to me. It sounds like the past tense of “ving,” which sounds like something you might do to a “vong.”
Books changed my life.

Books... I thank you.

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