bookstore

right before i came into work this morning, i wandered into the bookstore (always dangerous), and bought a new copy of "everything is illuminated" because it's possibly one of the best books i've ever read and i let someone borrow my old copy and never got it back. i can't remember who has it, and i kinda don't care, as long as they're enjoying it. it's so fabulous. (you should check it out). i'm really excited to read it again. because i am a fat dork. jonathan safran foer wrote that book when he was twenty-three, which is something that makes me want to fly into a terrible jealous rage.

the last book i read was "memories of my melancholy whores" by gabriel garcia marquez, and i listed that on match.com with the explanation that i'd liked it so much, i'd read it all in a day. some guy sent me a message that read: "if you want to brag about reading a book in a day, it probably shouldn't be one that's only a hundred pages and less than six inches long." i considered responding with an "i know what else is less than six inches long" joke, but decided that, if anything, i should say, "if you want to mack on a twenty year old, you probably shouldn't be thirty-six."