As I always say, the trouble with this series is that Meyer ties up all the loose ends by the final book and everybody ends up happy, despite the fact that vampires - wait, no, what are you reading? Proust? What the hell is wrong with you?

There it ladies and gentlemen...the "read-out-loud post-of-the-day" by Gregory James Maupin, III.

Yes, Proust. It's an exercise in self-inflicted punishment. Actually, the story is pretty decent once you get into it. The problem is I had to add an extra support to the bed in order to read at night. The novels are so physically heavy.

See my other comment as well - I'd love to read these, but there's so much Dickens left.

When I was a receptionist for a company developing medical software (2 things about which I still know nothing, but I can order your ass some paper clips), I had a lot of reading time that the bosses didn't seem to mind. So when the MD's would act all medical and belittling, I took to reading Giant Literature, just for the sarcasm. There's nothing like having a doctor who can't figure out the copier come at you and having the pleasure of sighing and closing Joyce's Ulysses before you aid his paper jam.