I was reading online tonight and suddenly the title "A man in full" sprang to mind and I remembered a bizzare January in Orlando in which I first read THAT craptacular novel and then - then, if that and the miserable head cold were not enough, I had to buy some abyssmal book by Brett Easton Ellis, which made me want to kill myself for being a member of the human race but first burn the book.
Alas, no matches, no lighter, so I settled for hiding it - unfinished - as far back in the hotel drawers as possible and then throwing it in the trash when we checked out. I've NEVER thrown out a book - but such dreck. I really felt that such trash had no right to exist.
Yeah, too much solitude is not good. 10 more days.
Posted by otto0114 at August 19, 2006 02:49 PM