I can’t bring myself to read No Country For Old Men. I’ve tried picking it up three times now, but I can’t get through a handful of pages. It looks like a good book, and it comes highly recommended by a friend, but I just can’t do it. Maybe later, after a transitional book, but not now.

I bought a few books before my Tallahassee trip, and No Country was the last one left. The thing is, I just got done weeping through the last hundred pages or so of The Time Traveler’s Wife. A crime/western/thriller right now, when I can’t stop thinking about Henry and Clare… it just seems so wrong.