Went to the bookstore yesterday but nothing I wanted was in. I ended up getting Dorothy Allison's "Bastard Out of Carolina". There's something strange about reading a book well after seeing the movie adaptation. It has stripped me of the ability to use my imagination to picture characters and scenes since they've already been presented for me visually in another format.

But I'm still enjoying. If one can enjoy reading about the semi-autobiographical misery of another fucked up childhood.