Finished
Little Children by Tom Perrotta not too long ago and it was an
interesting read; very well written and quickly paced although the characters
weren't a particularly sympathetic lot. The movie was actually a little better for
once in this case.
I'm making my way through
If on a Winter's Night a Traveler by Italo Calvino
right now, it's brilliantly written, but the very nature of its conception is
designed to frustate and impeded the reader, so the going is slow. Damned
postmodernists.
