Geez, it's been years since I read this book. I'm back in Chicagoland for a visit, and my parents are vaguely trying to clean their house in preparations for my grandparents' furniture and belongings being absorbed into their own. In the process, I'm supposed to tidy my childhood bedroom & "organize" it. Today, my Poppa threatened to start throwing my things out if it don't "organize" it all. All of which I find terribly ironic as it is my Poppa's junk that blocks access to my old bedroom in the first place (What, he's gonna clean that out to be able to throw MY stuff out? That *might* almost be worth it...)

Anyway, amongst my stuff were a few vairous books that I don't really remember reading. I'm sure I did, but it was probably 10 years ago. Unfortunately, I guess that means this book wasn't that memorable to me. Maybe it will mean more to you?

Peace,
Xine