Just started this classic, this morning on the train. Cranked through 40 pages on that short ride, already. I'm hooked, can't wait to continue. Only within Chapter Two and the writing is something serious. Reads like butter, baby.
Have a ticket to an early screening of the Christmas-opening film adaptation, with Leo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet for those unaware, on December 10. That gives me 22 days to finish the novel. No sweat. Something tells me I'll breeze through this one, concluding its bleak portrayal of '50s-era suburban-set domestic implosion by this week's end.
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