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I've done almost no reading so far this year. Since the first of the year there's been only the four, and the first two I read so long ago now that I'm just noting them here with absolutely no commentary.

1. What I Loved, Siri Hustvedt.


2. A Perfect Fit: Clothes, Character, and the Promise of America, Jenna Weissman Joselit


3. Storm Front, Jim Butcher. First book in the Dresden Files series. I liked the book, I like the show, they're not the same.


4. You Suck: A Love Story, Christopher Moore. A sequel to Bloodsucking Fiends, which wasn't actually my favorite of his books. You Suck, however, has the character of Abby Normal, whose diary entries put this one pretty high up on my list of favorites.

Disappointing. Hopefully the pace will pick up soon. Next up I'm reading Gotham by Gaslight, and then I suspect I'll get started on I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was: How to Discover What You Really Want and How to Get It. And now, bed.

RIP Max

I came downstairs this morning and went to feed my two bettas before I left for work, and found Max (the pretty boy in the icon, my first and favorite fish) on the bottom of his tank; he'd probably been gone for a couple of hours. I'm sad, but I'm not truly surprised. He was probably close to three years old, his color had been fading for a while, and he'd been spending more and more time hiding in his cave. He'd recently developed a true fungus infection on his tail, and I'd moved him a couple of days ago to a smaller hospital tank to treat him while I sanitized his normal 5-gallon; last night the poor little guy was just hanging out on top of his plant and ignoring food and all attempts to get him to perk up.

I can think of many, many other ways I'd prefer to start my morning. =(