perevision

Been sucking down books like summer cherries, especially the New York Review of Books series. Have read Wescott's The Pilgrim Hawk, a few bits off Borges' Labyrinths, James Wood's How Fiction Works, Schuyler's What's For Dinner?, Henry James' What Maisie Knew, and thanks to a lucky find at Oxfam and a special discount run on the Amazon marketplace, all the rest of James Marsden's Tomorrow series. Hey Lars, remember those? They're still as good as I remember--I think JK Rowling could have learned a thing or two from them.

I also love reading odd bits aloud to myself, which is like the verbal equivalent of tying the occasional stem in a knot with my tongue. (Mixed success, but fun every time!) :P