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January 19, 2003

The Vanishing Book

I don't know how old I was, somewhere in my early teens.

I was staying in my grandparents house for a few days.

Late one evening my grandfather comes into the living room where me and my brother are watching television. He's got a book in his hand.

Since you're now post-pubescent you're ready to read the adventures of Emanuelle, he suggests with the phrase, "It's a good book", as he hands it over.

Later that night, I'm reading the book form cover to cover, discovering the art of turning pages using just one hand. On page 167 my grandmother walks in.

I quickly try to flatten the blankets and put the book to the side.

She says it's time to turn the lights out.

I wake up early the next morning, and look over to the bedside table where I put down the book the night before. It's no longer there. I never saw it again.

Curiously, my grandfather didn't ask for it back either.

Posted by Nicklas at January 19, 2003 11:20 PM