We didn’t take any more scenic routes for quite a while after that.
The diary of an oxygen thief summary cracked#
Unfortunately the only way she could be placated was to spend the rest of the journey with her window cracked open emitting glacial air to our once warm backseat, and a makeshift divide in between us to keep me in my place.
I responded as any loving twin would do at such a remark and proceeded to lean further into her side of the car and make exaggerated sucking motions to use up as much of her precious oxygen as possible!! Needless to say all hell broke loose in the back seat with my sister crying and complaining of altitude sickness and oxygen deprivation due to my selfish sharing of ‘limited’ air! Apparently i was breathing too much and leaning over the central arm rest into her territory while i was doing so… Coming from London, that’s no easy feat, especially when your father has a propensity to avoid the most direct route in favor of ‘deviations’ This mainly comprised of long forgotten ‘scenic’ mountain passes scaling the sides of the French and Swiss Alps.ĭuring one of these such ‘deviations’ my darling sister (in a fantastic mood after being trapped in a car with me for 3 days) accused me of stealing her oxygen. Now while most people fly to Italy from England, my dad liked to make it as much of an adventure as his parents had when he was little, and drive. Years ago when my twin sister and i were perhaps 10 years old, we took a family vacation to Italy via the Swiss Alps. It was the title, not the cover that made me stop in my tracks and grin from ear to ear, because i had been accused of being just that. This book first caught my eye while i was wandering around a “hip” Williamsburg book store on my day off, and not for any reason that you may suppose. Recommended for:People who like independent literature and people who work in advertising.īought from:Spoonbill and Sugartown, Williamsburg, BKįavourite Quote:“Hurt people, hurt people.”
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