I tried to read this a couple of times, including an attempt on audio in 1995 that didn't work enough that I was back to listening to music on my Walkman, and when it was time to move I just returned it instead of finding out how I could mail it back to the Hartford library. This time, although it felt like a fairly significant departure from Ulysses, War and Peace, and The Portrait of a Lady, I could still claim it as Significant in a Genre Whose Basics I Want to Know and By a Woman. Furthermore, after getting through the first hundred pages or so, I liked it. I thought there would be more exploration of the sociological implications of a unisex human race, and was disappointed by that absence, but I did very much like the exploration of friendship.
I brought Unlocking the Air with me as well, but when I started the first story I realized, or was pretty sure, that I had read it already.
Two hours Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, 16-18 August. I am sure that my technique sucks but I had no problem steering and moving through flat water. We saw a bull moose and his little Ganymede friend. These kayaks inflate in less than five minutes and deflate faster yet. My "personal flotation device," because "life preserver" maybe makes a promise it can't always keep, is designed for people with breasts, hallelujah, and I can move easily in it. Kayaking! I'm a fan.