Jane‘s many ways of telling her story without quite telling her story fascinate me. She writes obliquely. Having followed her words for weeks, months, I’ve made myself several stories of what might have happened in her life, in her days. My story of her story changes, shifts, and is never confirmed, and it fascinates me far more than closure. Reading for the plot? No, we read blogs for their mysteries, their half-spoken secrets and for their possibilities. Or at least, I do.

(I wonder, are these strategies truly opposites, or do they just feel that way?)