Lets try this again
This is the last book I finished reading
And it was my least favorite Vonnegut book thus far. Supposedly, besides Slaughterhouse-Five, Cat's Cradle is his most well known book but meh, I don't know why.
Now, I'm flipping through the short stories in
and
Here is my favorite paragraph from the Bukowski book:
"And speaking of shit, constipation has always been a greater fear to me than cancer. (We'll get back to Mad Jimmy. Listen, I told you I write this way.) If I miss one day without shitting, I can't go anywhere, do anything -- I get so desperate when that happens that oftentimes I try to suck my own cock to unclog my system, to get things going again. And if you've ever tried to suck your own cock then you only know the terrible strain on the backbone, neckbone, every muscle, everything. You stroke the thing up as long as it will get then you
really double up like some creature on a torture rack, legs way over your head and locked around the bedrungs, your asshole twitching like dying sparrow in the frost, everything bent together around your great beer belly, all your muscle sheathes ripped to shit, and what
hurts is that you don't miss by a foot or two -- you miss by and eighth of an inch -- the end of your tongue and the tip of your cock that close, but it might as well be an eternity or forty miles. God, or whoever the hell, knew just what He was doing when He put us together."
...anywho, Sedaris seems to be liked by everyone these days and I'm just starting to appreciate his book that I'm reading. We'll see how the rest goes.