Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Hauling my reading from the heap
My reading's been all the heck over the place - marooned in the middle of four books at the same time now, and I needed something small and sharp to prod me out of it all. Seems like Paul Auster's Sunset Park is just the thing. Your mileage may vary.
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sickness even unto death,
the printed word
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