Angel at my Table

My wife and I compared notes yesterday to see how the movie and the book possibly coincide. Thus far she did run from the classroom, and she has at this point been committed to a mental institution because she yelled at her mom on the day she was to be released from observation at the small time psychiatric ward in town. So she's off to Seacliff. I'm enjoying the writing more now that I'm used to it, and definitely not so hung up on her turns of phrases. Also, as I settle into the world of autobiography, I can appreciate that this is someone else's life, told in their words, and just enjoy the ride. The imporessions, the changes, and the experiences.

Also, as a side note, I've put Wil Wheaton's suggestions on my list of books to read. I'd only read One, unless you count his you might also likes, which gives me one more. I didn't add I, Robot though, I've not been able to get into Asimov, but then I haven't tried since I was a teen. Be that as it may I didn't add to my list, but the others I did. On a side (side) note, related but not on the list, Ray Bradbury is another author I didn't like, I just don't digest his style well, it goes through me and comes out runny and gassy.