Wednesday, January 18, 2012

I should write more about this, and I plan to, but for now:

For what it's worth, this is one of the best books I read last year.  I never do this kind of thing, really, but this book does deserve the mention.  I picked up a copy at the Chicago Book Expo and read it on the plane to Texas.  It is a great and horrible book that I was unable to stop reading even though the plane was beginning to feel more and more like something horrible was going to happen, and that this was the place where I was going to die.  I don't know, I'm terrible at book reviews, but I loved it, though I knew it was doing terrible things to me.  Kind of like picking at scabs.  Go read it, please. 

2 comments:

  1. So you're advising me to pick at scabs, basically?

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  2. As long as you're aware of the consequences...

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