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The fastest of them all
Pips was sitting in the middle of the green meadow, lazily chomping on a single strand of grass. He was surrounded by his family and friends. It seemed like everyone had chosen to be outside today, but that wasn’t strange because it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the grass was green and the only wind present was a soft, warm, caressing one. Pips scanned the field slowly for any sign of Dandelion. Not the flowers of course, they’d never been his taste. No. Pips was looking for the most beautiful doe of the colony. Today, this beautifully perfect day, would be the day. Today was the day…
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Verstoppertje in m’n eentje
Om mijn literatuurlijst op de middelbare school te vullen, las ik Het Gouden Ei van Tim Krabbé. Ik had het boek nota bene gekozen omdat het ‘niet zo dik was’. Nooit had ik verwacht dat het me zo lang zou bijblijven.Nu nóg kan ik me het plot feilloos herinneren, zelfs nadat ik Engelse literatuur heb gestudeerd en ondertussen talloze boeken heb gelezen. Het boek maakte toen al onmiddellijk indruk, omdat het een van mijn grootste angsten bevatte: alleen zijn. Nou was ik een sociale tiener, al dan niet wat excentriek, met een vrij grote poel van contacten. Ook thuis waren we met meer dan gemiddeld (mijn ouders, een zusje, twee…
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