I'm about 85% finished (I have grown to like the percentage-progress as opposed to page progress, thanks to my now-complete dependence on Kindle). I have been alternately laughing, shrieking, cringing, and throwing the e-reader down in a fit of hysteria.
Eating Animals was devastating and lovely, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian was also devastating and lovely, but in an entirely different (and probably more profound) way. I'm reading Swamplandia for a bookclub but am not in love with it. I'm reading Liar for my late-night-put-me-to-sleep-YA, and I'm re-reading Anne of Green Gables for when I absolutely cannot sleep at night. I need something new, something wonderful. Something that will bring me to my knees with the weight and gravity of all that is love and loss and hunger and hope.
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