Late to a Book Reading

Yesterday was a lazy day. I believe I watched episodes after episodes of Mad Men; this appears to have cured me of any desire to finish the series. I think I've had it, I feel a little sick when I think about watching anymore of it. The wardrobe is exciting, but I have wasted enough of my existence catching up, thank you very much.

As usual, I'm off topic ^_^. Sometime, before it started raining like Queens was soon to be lost in a flood, I dragged myself off to a reading at Macaulay Honors College, a few blocks from Lincoln Center (don't you feel very artsy when you find yourself staring at Juilliard? I do!). It was Susanna Moore, reading her new book, The Life of Objects. I sat next to her only because I was late, and didn't look her up before I went. I found out who I was sitting next to when her introducer beckoned her to the stage. I don't know why I don't ever get starstruck.

It was a good reading. As my friend suggested later, we ought to do it more often. I agree! I've been to book readings, nothing I can recall. But it's always nice to see a writer read her work. There were a lot of questions on what inspired her, and she made confessions that I thought brilliant. I haven't read the book. I may someday, I mostly went for the free food, the good environment of writers and readers, and just to escape watching more Mad Men. I'm glad I went. We run into a German professor from FIT who made the night very interesting, conversation-wise.

If you happen to read a copy, let me know what you think. I have way too much to read right now, I am not sure how I feel about reading a new book. And I know that I haven't told you anything about the book. I don't know anything about the book, I'm sorry if you thought I was going to do otherwise.


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