BOOKS!

RUNNING WITH SCISSORS

so i finally read Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. (yet another phenomenon i was late for...)

and, umm, well...i'm not sure what all the fuss is about.

i mean, yeah, i can totally see why it was made into a film--the story is quite conducive to a visual interpretation, and i'm sure an entertaining one at that. but, in terms of writing...? i dunno, i'm not convinced. i'm not sure i really understand why everyone was falling all over themselves over this book, or this author, for that matter. entertaining, but i breezed through this book without really having to think all that much. or feel. at no point in this book, did i care an ounce about any of the characters, nor did i particularly care what they did or what happened to them. to me, this is indicative of a work of quite ordinary proportions, not one that "critics" should applaud and such.

i'm done with memoirs for a while.

next up: Lolita. nothing like a little russian lit to get the brain goin...