The Sound and the Fury

Rachel usually picks classics when it's her turn to host the book club.  This is a good thing, a very good thing.  I forgive her for choosing Hemingway; he's a genius and it was worth it.  I am still frowning VERY MUCH about Tess of the d'Urbervilles, but even then it was a noble effort.

The Sound and the Fury, people.  Depressed/anxious already.  This book is not helping.  I think you probably remember that I simply never even opened up Of Mice and Men, and The Kite Runner was given only 50-60 pages in which to hang itself.

So, I'm drinking some hard pear cider, and feeling defiant about it. In fact, maybe I'll just HAVE ANOTHER ONE.  How about that?  (One of the most memorable meals I have ever eaten was in Vancouver: fry bread with salmon, and hard pear cider.  Who needs anything else?  I mean, except, obviously, pecan pie.)