I’ve been busily trading my old books and DVDs on Bookmooch and Zunafish. For some reason, it makes me feel like I don’t own anything. I feel OK about it.

Borrowed A Thousand Little Pieces from the library just to see what all the (last year’s) fuss was about. It’s well written, better written than most addiction memoirs, though I don’t know if I’d have recognized it as a work of genius. But if I have to choose between the story with the tiger and the one without, well…you know the drill.

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