Hey students!

I’m looking forward to seeing you in a few days. I just wanted to share something cool that I found. I’ve been reading this book, Telegraph Avenue, by Michael Chabon about a record store in Oakland, California (I really like that author – he wrote an alternate history murder mystery about how the US allowed Jews to settle in Alaska to escape the Holocaust, and a story about the birth of the comic book that won the Pulitzer Prize).

Anyway, I came across this sentence in that book:

“The only hope for escape, her son knew, was to tell a version of the truth, to scoot your lie beneath the fingertips of her attention under a sheepskin of truth and pray for an instant of blindness.” (282)

Sounds like something we’ve read before!