It's been quite the eventful week in my reading life. I finished The Summer Without Men and dove into Jonathan Franzen's Freedom for my personal Tournament of Books reading challenge. Shortly after, roundabout page 55, I turned tail and ran. OH. MY. GOD. I have a whole post coming up on DNFs, but I just have to say, SO not my cup of tea. More like a cup of vile, slimy refuse. Franzen and I are not friends. Not at all. I realize this has been an "IT" book of gargantuan proportions, but much like the last "it" book that made me want to projective vomit (The Lovely Bones), I don't feel even the slightest twinge of guilt for gleefully DNFing on this occasion.
|Couldn't resist. It's just too adorably tongue-in-cheek.|
Annnd that's about it. A lazy Sunday is the way I like it. After I snag a bit o'reading time, I'm headed home to hang out with Chuck and the Rockets. We're planning a trip to the park later this afternoon complete with grilling.
I hope everyone is relaxed with a book today!