Telling the truth, helplessly

Obviously, not a lot of blogging is getting done. I am reading a lot though, mostly because I am reading to avoid spending time on set texts for my class. How will this affect my final essay? Who can tell.


I have almost finished Sloane Crosley's latest collection of essays, How Did You Get This Number. I love good writing about the mundane (or not-so-mundane - I guess not everybody has run over a bear in a car full of bridesmaids) bits and pieces of everyday life. Imagine a younger, midwestern-but-now-New-Yorker, female David Sedaris. Anyone who uses the phrase "I was going to get the shit smote out of me" is fine by me.