I couldn't even finish the new Augusten Burroughs book. Maybe I just didn't get it, but I think he's being serious and trying to offer real self-help advice.... except he comes of as soooo cynical and inept that it's like George Costanza from Seinfeld has taken possession of Dr. Wayne Dyer. Burroughs has his catty queen moments, which is maybe what he was going for, but he takes himself far too seriously and it ends up coming off as preachy and irritating. Have you ever been subjected to the ramblings of a drunk at 2 AM, and you're stone cold sober? You know how they're so certain and declarative, and sure that every word they say is so profound and meaningful... but the logic is so circular and redundant, and really, they're just annoying as hell? Yeah, that's this book.
Instead of finishing the Augusten Burroughs book (even the title is too annoying to retype here), I read
Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen. Good quick read, lots of interesting depression-era historical facts, but it doesn't really live up to the hype. Maybe that's unfair, though- without the expectations that came from all the hype, I'd have no complaints.
Last night I downloaded
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith. I haven't started it yet- I'm still laughing at myself for even buying it. But dammit, the movie trailer actually looks good!!
