Finished Sedaris about a week ago. Not my favorite one, but funny and entertaining nonetheless.
Friday I finished Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman.
This book left me in somewhat of a funk. Though the funk might (at least in part) be due to the triple-whammy of sinus infection, virus, and headache that left me in bed for most of the morning and afternoon on Friday. I hope more people lead more interesting lives than the characters of this book. Horace was my favorite, but overall the book was a depressing tale of people living quasi-predictable slow lives in Owl, North Dakota. Owl is a town full of alcoholics, where everybody knows everything about everyone else. And then they die in a blizzard, that you knew was coming because Klosterman told you about it at the beginning of the book. A reviewer said it well when he quipped, “Life is normal, he [Klosterman] seems to say, until it’s not.” I’ll let you know if I have any dazzling epiphany’s about this book as it marinates in the back of my mind, but realistically, I probably won’t have any of those.
I’m still working through The Healing Path. I’m nearly done, but am letting each section simmer before moving on to the next. I find with books like this, that I get much more out of them if I read with this method.
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