Thursday night I met a friend for dinner at a popular Chinese restaurant. As usual, I arrived early, and pulled a book out of my purse after I was seated.

The book was Augusten Burrough's Running with Scissors.

And I was reading about this amazingly dysfunctional [i think that word is totally overused, but psychotic sounds too negative, and weird simply isn't strong enough.] family. The Bible dipping, the reading-of-the-turds, the hair catastrophes. And every once in a while I had to look around... to see if the parents at the nearby tables could sense that I was reading about trashy things happening to children as they fed their offspring moo gu gai pan.

But really, I was looking around to see if anyone had noticed the book I was reading, and had smiled, given me a little wink, and nodded as if to say, "Yeah, me too."

As far as reading, I loved this book. Haunting, powerful, and outright frightening. An awesome read. Am starting Brothers by Da Chen this evening. Bought it in hardback - a real splurge for me! I'll keep you posted. And please forward any book recommendations - I have a train ride later this week!


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