It's official, I'm addicted to reading. Last night around 11pm I finished Timequake by Kurt Vonnegut (which I had only started reading one night earlier) and within minutes I was having withdrawals. I had no book on deck but I desperately wanted, nay, needed to keep reading!
After looking around the house a bit, I found Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. Kara bought the book a while back, I think on Michelle's recommendation. I only vaguely know who Sedaris is (I'm more familiar with his charmingly demented sister, Amy) but this was no time to be picky!
I'm about 100 pages into it now and I'm not impressed. The book is a collection of autobiographical stories that I guess are supposed to be uproariously hilarious. I find most of the stories to be only slightly interesting... I don't find the stories boring, but they aren't compelling either… they are beige.
I suppose I’ll finish the remaining 170 or so pages just because… but don’t think I’m liking it (or hating it). It’s just a stopgap to keep the withdrawal symptoms at bay.
I sense a library stop in my near future; there’s another Vonnegut novel sitting on the shelf waiting for me!
