Me too. How are you liking it?

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt.
It's not the book that I thought it was going to be but it does have its merit. The audiobook version is very well read.

Nabokov remembering his French governess in Speak Memory:

"A large woman, a very stout woman, Mademoiselle rolled into our existence in 1905 when I was six and my brother was five. There she is. I see so plainly her abundant dark hair, brushed up high and covertly graying; the three wrinkles on her austere forehead; her beetling brows; the steely eyes behind the black-rimmed pince-nez; that vestigial mustache; that blotchy complexion, which in moments of wrath develops an additional flush in the region of the third, and amplest, chin so regally spread over the frilled mountain of her blouse. And now she sits down, or rather she tackles the job of sitting down, the jelly of her jowl quaking, her prodigious posterior, with the three buttons on the side, lowering herself warily; then, at the last second, she surrenders her bulk to the wicker armchair, which out of sheer fright bursts into a salvo of crackling."

Just began Battle Cry of Freedom by James McPherson.

Excellent. I'll see you there on Saturday!

The Stranger's Child by Alan Hollinghurst.

The American Civil War by John Keegan. Keegan is good but he could've used a good editor, this is very repetitive.

Good choice. Yes, I'm in for this too.

I have to be in the right kind of mood to enjoy Monty Python. When they are good they are awesome, like no one else.

Life of Brian remains one of my all time favorite movies.

The only time I've been hit on by a bbw was during a job interview. Very weird.