I have finally, after two years or so, started reading more than one book a week.
In fact, I just finished Meghan Daum’s book of essays called My Misspent Youth. It’s an intelligently written series of observations on online dating, shiksa-dom, and the difficulties of working for $18,000 per year. Unfortunately, as good a writer as she is, she’s a bit too in love with her ability to string words together poetically. And I think she’s trying to re-capture her youth a bit too earnestly through writing about it. Alas. It’s a good read nonetheless – one of the few people of this generation that can substantiate their beliefs in essay form.