I'm currently reading 11/22/63 by Stephen King, and I'm liking it, but I'm getting stupidly bored at the endless talk of 'oh, the 50s were so nice, and they actually helped each other and were polite and trusting and who even wants to go back to stinking 2011!
Bitch, please. The 50s were lovely for the one group in the US, white straight males. And what a surprise, that's your narrator to the t! And the author as well! Oh, what a shocking, shocking surprise.
In other news, I have an ingrown fingernail. I didn't even know they could happen, but it hurts like a motherfucker, ugh.
Also in DW!
http://nekare.dreamwidth.org/612061.html.
comments.