He Can Read!

Not to be all show-offy, but I done pretty well with my birthday book haul this year (thanks all):



I've already plowed through the Jonathan Goldstein, and am working my way through one of the Chuck Klostermans. This is impressive given the heavy competition for my attention: between Lydia and the playoffs and the lawn and complaining ogling myself in the mirror and whatnot. I love and recommend everything so far, but that Beatles book is over 800 pages long. And I'm scared.

I wonder what happens to Paul in the end; will the love he taketh equal the love he maketh? (boo)