If you are partial to a drink on occasion, perhaps have drunk too much over a night or if you lush it up altogether too often then you are familiar with the hazy recollection and general unease at lack of memory. This book is that hazy recollection. After time, the wacky hijinks felt sadder and the character's end only a matter of time.

It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.

Just finishing Kaputt and thinking of heading straight into A River Runs Through it. All in the spirit of #readathon, which I only recently became aware. Photo of bedside stack included.

... language is very important ... Not only to writers but to peoples and countries as well. In a certain sense, wars are only grammatical errors.