So, spent a fortune on books yesterday. Picked up The Book of Illusions, by Paul Auster - I really enjoyed Brooklyn Follies so I figured another book by Auster would be good. Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert; Mass Market by Andrew Vachss - another book in the Burke series; Patriot Games, by Greg Rucka - I dig his comics, so want to see how he does without the pretty pictures; Brave Story, by Miyuki Miyabe. Not gonna lie, the cover of Miyabe's book totally reminded me of the Harry Potter stuff which caught my attention and its a fantasy in the same vein, so I picked it up. I've also been digging the Japanese-translated-to-English books, so...

And finally, I picked up and finished Crooked Little Vein, by Ellis. I...kinda liked it. He is a mad, psychotic genius and there are paragraphs of sheer brilliance and hilarity here, but I felt like I was reading a bunch of short stories that were thinly connected at best. It wasn't as good as I had hoped for, and given the fact that I am a fan of his comics book writing I thought I would enjoy it as much as that, but I didn't.


Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi