The Sincerest Form of Flattery
I’m not sure imitation is the word exactly, but when I’ve been reading or listening to certain things, they absolutely affect my speaking and writing. When I’m on an Agatha Christie kick I tend to favor “one” as a pronoun; I once wrote an entire talk I couldn’t use because it was the week after General Conference and it sounded like I thought I was an apostle; and tonight, even as I considered what to write about, I realized that rereading “The Lord of the Rings” on the treadmill meant that any review I attempted was going to come out exceedingly, well, Tolkien-y. And while I can’t necessarily consider that a bad thing, it wasn’t going to work for any of the things I was contemplating. Until Sunday, then! (I’ll have finished Return of the King by then.)