One six pack of Schlitz, a distributor cap for a '71 Torino, and six boxes of mac and cheese! Good deal.

First of all, A Room of One's Own isn't a book I live and die by. I just happened to like it. Zen and the Art... is a book about a self absorbed peckerwood riding his bike across the country and neglecting his son, while he waxes poetic about how brilliant he is. Until of course he loses his fucking mind. What a wanker. And I never even read The Giver! You filthy son of a bitch. I just started another one by Bukowski. It's fucking great. He writes like people talk. Real natural. He's one of my favorites. Next up is My Side of the Mountain.

Hey guy. I just wanted to be the first to comment on your page. I saw that you want to read "Motherless Brooklyn." You should. It's great. I liked his book "Fortress of Solitude" even more. And there's one, "She Climbed Across the Table," that book is fucking perfect. But watch out for "You Don't Love Me Yet," I wasn't too into that one. There you go, that's my Johnathan Lethem primer. Dig it.