Passion burned, pages turned, and now with months behind, undead, some books of mine of splendid spine, causally were read:
Lempriere's Dictionary by Lawrence Norfolk (great, albeit challenging) The Chemical Wedding by Lindsay Clarke (pretty good) Ægypt by John Crowley (excellent) Numero Zero by Umberto Eco (not bad but underwhelming) Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace (mixed on some things, but enjoyed it overall) It by Stephen King (excellent) The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon (great, but wish it was longer)