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I find it odd how much fun I'm having. Getting ready for the home stretch! Up next, mad scientists. Exclamation points!

Girding my loins, so to speak, to face one whale in particular.

Kean currently discussing the general characteristics, behavioral patterns of the elements. What horrifies me is the certainty that I knew all this in high school.

Feels weird committing myself to a chunky book. My shoulder, too, protests. But this one called.

A perfect companion, complement, and in some ways a juxtaposition to THE GLASS HOUSE by Simon Mawer.

I feel like I'm reading a book of poetry. Drunk with this book!

So physically slight a book, so dense the world it builds inside it. Loving the echoes in the language, its reflections, its reflexes, its refrains.

Setting this aside for now. I see its merits -- I suppose I like its simplicity and quietness -- but I just can't seem to give it the respect it's due at the moment. Soon, my pretty, soon.

"The novel alone could reveal the immense, mysterious power of the pointless."

Reuniting with Némirovsky, with the Everyman's Library compedium of her four novellas. Very relieved to know that Sandra Smith's the translator. She respects the lyricism.

Sleeper hit, much? Sunday night, trying to keep off the dread of Monday morning. Very good company, this disquieting book.