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[apocalypsos]

The conversation I just had with my mother, and you have to imagine me saying all of this through sheepish laughter:

Me: Oh, it's so bad.
Mom: (disappointed) Really?
Me: It's not even a first book, and ... and the passive voice, and the excessive use of epithets ...
Mom: (lost) Oh ...
Me: I swear, it's not you, it's me. I'm anal and elitist.

And also:

Me: Mom, think of it this way. If I took you to a miniature golf tournament played by middle-schoolers, would you like it?
Mom: Probably not.
Me: Exactly.

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I made it to page 28. Since then, it's traveled to work and back with me for several weeks, it's migrated from the bedside table to the back of the toilet, and it's moved with me - all with a December bus pass wedged in at the beginning of chapter five. I keep meaning to pick the thing up and plow through it, but I don't think it's going to happen anymore. How disappointing. I broke down and picked it up in the first place because of my art history geekiness, but I think I could go back and read my old first year term papers and get more enjoyment out of them.