I’ve decided to start reading again. No, not just books on tape despite the fact that I’m done with the entire David Sedaris set as given to me by the lovely skinny panda with a message that said something to the effect of 70 hours of aural pleasure. 70? Wow. Some stamina that David guy. Sure wish he weren’t gay.
But seriously, I miss reading something engaging & seductive while non-tawdry. Something meaty and challenging. Something borderline gamey with it’s tenuous fibers that the limp synapses of my brain can gnaw on for a few hours. Something damn good. A friend has recommended “A Widow for One Year.”. It’s now on my list. I’m reading through “As Bread That is Broken” again. I hope after I get some flaccid brain cells working again I can attempt to get all the way through an Umberto Eco novel. What’s on your list?
Oh, and do I sound like a hypocrite because I negotiated with a coworker for a copy of Lolita on tape?The commute’s a bitch sometimes, folks.