Goodnight, sweet prince. #mightybright #mightydead

One of my favorite childhood books--I still have my copy in a box of treasures--which seems very much worth calling attention to tonight. Big, big love to my parents for putting this book in my hands, and this message in my heart and mind, so very early.

"Bees don't need lawyers."

"...and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection." I love that characterization--and the implicit idea that all positive human relationships should inspire self-affection (so beautifully different from self-centeredness, self-obsession, selfishness.)

It's a good sign that within five pages I thought of three people I wanted to send this book to.

This is a book that's too important not to read, but so angry-making it's difficult to read.

Backlist time: my first John Crowley.

Halfway through. Gorgeous.

I love every damn person in this book, and I love that the perspective shifts from one chapter to the next.

If you haven't read this book, what the hell have you been up to?

Still working on this one...and trying to figure out what it is about it that bothers me.

February 5th, 1917: Kafka asks for a raise.

Halfway through. Just as stupid-good as everyone says it is. David Mitchell needs to watch his back...