Having time on my hands just makes me picky. I say this after having spent the last 1/2 hour leaning over the bookcases rejecting every book suggested by my dear house hosts. G.K. Chesterton, boring. Roald Dahl, eh, not tonight. Lolita, mmm, yeah, maybe. Elmore Leonard, started it a few hours ago, not happening (ie, bored). Marquez, nope
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