Every time I check out one of her books, I bring it back unread. This time is no different. I had A Certain Age and The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon. Both are due back Monday, and since I'll be away this weekend, I can only read one. I started A Certain Age last night. Then I realized, I'd essentially read it already, when it was called The House of Mirth and it was by Edith Wharton.
Maybe I'm cold, but I didn't feel much sympathy for Lily Bart. She could've ended her troubles at virtually any time, by smearing her friend's money-stealing ass-grabbing husband all over Gilded Age New York. She was really her own worst enemy. And Florence of A Certain Age was shaping up to be the same way. So I pulled out my bookmark and started Kavalier and Clay. I hope I chose wisely. So far, I think I did.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
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Kavalier & Clay is a really good book, although if I remember correctly, it slows down a lot at some point. Also, Michael Chabon is from Pittsburgh and went to Pitt.
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