And, we're off! For the first summer in quite a while, my vision is good enough to read for pleasure. I just wish that I had realized earlier how much I need glasses. 

My first book this summer was a total shocker, in more than one sense. I began the season by starting to read Godel, Escher, and Bach, by Douglas Hofstadter. It seems promising, but I wanted something that I can carry around easily, reading with one hand. I was reminded of The Fionavar Tapestry, by Guy Gavriel Kay, which I read while living in my first apartment. I decided to give it another whirl, because I remember liking it a lot. Unfortunately, I became so passionate about it, that I lent the first book to someone. I never got it back. So I went to City Lights bookstore and found a copy, but a different edition. I want one that matches, so I started looking for something else. I purchased a paperback copy of Robert Heinlein's Grumbles From The Graves, and A Wolf At The Table, by Augusten Burroughs. The latter book is the one that I chose to read.

My sister has read a few books by Burroughs, and I remember her recounting certain points in Running with Scissors, and how she found his writing style to be funny, despite the seriousness of the subject matter.