Little Crooked House

I just spent most of the afternoon reading a girl's blog. It's the only blog I read regularly. She writes about her life: what she ate, what she did, who she met. It should be boring, but it isn't. I barely know her, but because I read her blog so often, I know so much about her.

I like visiting her blog, because I like visiting her life. It's an ordinary life, with moments of sadness and pleasure and boredom and anger. It fascinates me.