70 Books

#6: Telegraph Avenue by Michael Chabon

So I had strep for NO SHIT the entire month of February so this is basically the only book I read. I always expect a lot from Michael Chabon because he’s written some of my favorite books and this one didn’t disappoint me. Definitely not one of my favorites, but still a wonderful book by a disgustingly talented writer. 

Most recent trip to the library. It’s never ending.

People of the internet! I want to be your friend! I got a Goodreads account and I’m pretty obsessed with it. Check it.

On a mostly unrelated note, I have a pretty unhealthy relationship with my library. 6 out of 7 days a week is spent downtown at my favorite table on the third floor of the W. Dale Clark library. It’s the best library in Omaha, in my opinion. The view is pretty gorgeous when the snow and ice hasn’t raped the world of all color. Sometimes I just bring the book that I’m reading and enjoy the rogue schizophrenics and nerds and old ladies. And sometimes I wander the shelves a little too long and max out my account for the hundredth time. But whatever. I’m addicted to books, not heroin. It could be worse.