i picked up juliet, naked with a couple other books today, because apparently i am easily talked into ridiculous things like 25-mile drives past the closer barnes & noble to the one, well, 25 miles away. oh, did i mention it was sleeting? it was snowing earlier, before i left the house, but spitting frozen rain by the time i got up to hadley. yeah, the roads sucked. but i finished up the last batch of r.a. salvatore and needed more drizzt. my dungeons and dragons nerd buddy (because i'm starting to think if he said hey, we should go jump off this bridge! it would sound like a good idea), it was all his idea. so in addition to the legacy of the drow and cleric quintet anthologized collection whatever you wanna call them, i picked up a copy of that. probably needed a break from fantasy world, anyway.
well, so far the dead shark pictures coming in for the photo exhibit part was cracking me the fuck up. hell, that's probably what i've enjoyed about hornby in general. flawed characters that are so wrapped up in over-analyzing everything, thinking too much, and for whatever reason find themselves in a place where they feel like they have to re-examine every single life decision they've ever made up against absurdness that ends up being way funnier than it should be.