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that I discovered Dickens's novels had been enjoyed by families of his day in much the same fashion。 only their fireside agonizings over the fate of Pip and Oliver and David Copperfield went on for years instead of a couple of months （even the longest of the Post serials rarely ran much more than eight installments）。
There was one other thing that I liked about the idea； an appeal that I suspect only the writer of suspense tales and spooky stories can fully appreciate： in a story which is published m installments； the writer gains an ascendancy over the reader which he or she cannot otherwise enjoy： simply put。 Constant Reader； you cannot flip ahead and see how matters turn out。
I still remember walking into our living room once when I was twelve or so and seeing my mother in her favorite rocker； peeking at the end of an Agatha Christie paperback while her finger held her actual place around page 50。 I was appalled； and told her so Q was twelve。 remember。 an age at which boys first dimly begin to realize that they know everything）； suggesting that reading the end of a mystery novel before you actually get there was on a par with eating the white stuff out of the middle of Oreo cookies and then throwing the cookies themselves away。 She laughed her wonderful unembarrassed laugh and said perhaps that was so； but sometimes she just couldn't resist the temptation。 Giving in to temptation was a concept I could understand； I had plenty of my own； even at twelve。 But h
