The Bookman's Wake was indeed as good as my parents had insisted. At least if you're interested in books. (And I even learned a trick for getting labels off of dustjackets). Afterwards I started Orhan Pamuk's The White Castle.

We had the bookgroup meeting about As I Lay Dying last night. Of the three of us who showed up I was the only one who'd finished it. Apparently the writing style drove everyone else nuts as well. On the way home on the train I polished off Roald Dahl's My Uncle Oswald. His books for adults are at least as good (in that strange and twisted sort of way) as his books for kids, but they're probably not for the easily offended (which is part of their charm).
posted by Kristin Buxton at 10:49 AM