So yes, I'm obsessed with books, and I've decided to type about books today. So for you poor, poor souls who have been denied or do deny the glory that is the written word, I take pity on you fools. Anywho...

Way back in the 2003-2004 school year (7th grade for any of you '09 graduaters) my english teacher handed us Ironman by Chris Crutcher, and we began to read it. Now given my obsessions, I read ahead because I just can't resist the tantilizing hope of a good book. I didn't get to finish it. One of the parents believed the book was too mature for us ickle--I'm resisting the urge to say first years--seventh graders, and complained to someone. Our teacher was forced to take the book back; I took it rather hard because if given another day or so, I would have finished the book, and it was getting good. So yes, we were censored, and yes it annoyed me. And yes the book probably was a little too mature for people who were an average of twelve of thirteen years old, but it still annoyed me. But thanks to a report someone in my class gave, I learned that my literature teacher had a copy of the book, and I happily speed my way through it last night. I am satisfied.

Now on to what I am reading now. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal: a novel by Christopher Moore. So far I'm only about 90 pages in, but I love it. If you're a strong Christian of narrow outlook, you may not appreciate the humor, but if you can step away and enjoy the book, it seems like a good read. What's better is Biff really and truly reminds me of several of my friends. And I must never forget the line "May his fat crackle in the fires of hell for eternity!" Makes me think of something Bartimaeus would say.

Good bye.