
I called Michael around 1pm or so and his line was busy so I finished "You Must Remember This" by Joyce Carol Oates. I will now tell you a funny story about Joyce Carol Oates. I can't remember if it was for my birthday, or for a housewarming gift, but a year or two ago Po gave me this "book" which is hollow inside and you can store your valuables in it. Right now it holds a remote control for a television that I gave to the Salvation Army last month. I totally forgot to give them the remote. I'm such a dink. Anyways, the title of this "book" was "Because It Is Bitter, and Because It Is My Heart" and we all killed ourselves laughing at the title of it, because it's so totally dramatic and utterly ridiculous.
Anywho, upon closer inspection I noticed that the "author" of this "book" is Joyce Carol Oates. Yeah. It's the name of a real book by the same author of the book I just finished. How weird is that, right?
At any rate "You Must Remember This" was an excellent read. Especially the last few chapters. It's about incest and boxing: two topics that I've always thought would make a good read. But seriously. It's about an American family and normality and morality and constraints and nostalgia and about damping down and suppressing your emotions and contemplating suicide. I could sell snow to Eskimos, no? I'm not kidding: it's a good book.
I'm going to stop this post now and create another one cause, even though nothing happened today, I feel compelled to blog about the minutiae.
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