So, Dunces was...well, it was what it was. It's a Quixotic tale of this guy who is just the epitome of ridiculous. I have to say that my favorite character was actually Gus Levy, and towards the end Reilly started boring me a little bit. I have known people like Ignatius J. Reilly, and even though the book is well written, and everything really tied up nicely in the end, I can't say it's my new favorite book or anything, and it was just because of the characters and my inability to connect with them on any emotional level - well, except for Mrs. Reilly at the end, but really - it was about time she stood up for herself! Geez! I did appreciate the absurdity, though, and it wasn't as though I had to force myself to finish the book, but I won't be drunkenly trying to thrust it on anyone any time soon.
Next up is The Devil Wears Prada, because something tells me it will be easier to get through than In Cold Blood. I also have two books I picked up at the Salvation Army, that I might read right after The Devil Wears Prada. I'm too lazy to get up and check the titles, but one is a novel by a priest about a scandal in the Catholic church (I know, right?! It's fiction...but still!) and the other is a book about a woman who finds out her unborn child has Down's Syndrome and how she copes with it. Good stuff. I should get to bed before 3Am for once, though...I have a busy day tomorrow, what with finding expensive yarn for Emily, cooking dinner for the
Now Listening: Third Eye Blind - Deep Inside of You
1 comment:
See, this is what happens when I go to your blog and I just skim through it?
I didn't even see you talking DIRECTLY to me in your last post.
I'm an idiot.
And yeah, Tuesdays is your night :-P
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