I feel off. way off.
Things aren't right, but there is nothing obvious to tell me its wrong.
What the hell am I doing with myself.
I started reading a couple books that I was really excited about...but then a few days into them, I got bored real bored. Why? no god not now!
I picked up Galapagos by Vonnegut and the premise is good. Survival of the fittest, narrator is a million years forward, reminiscing about the past... characters are told they will die off ahead of time... some interesting characters to start out with...then
Pooop fart... who the hell are all these new people, and why do the things that happen to them have no build up and depth to the situation... 200 pages in and NOTHING absolutely nothing.. let it go..just let it go
Then to compensate I picked up Nazi Literature in America, which is a fictional encyclopedia of 14 different authors, and the first few genealogies were interesting then it got boring too..like same format, same shit...why why why whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.This one I only got about 70 pages in and then I decided its time to let it go.
Now I'm reading Sedaris best shmeller book and its good and funny and too easy.
I'm telling you something is not right.
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