Sick means never having to say there’s no time to read

4 books, two days. It kept me from ripping Oliver’s head off in my misery. I turn into such a puling, whiny bitch. I can’t believe he can put up with me. I was cold then hot, headachy, nauseous then ravenous, I have a normal temp of 96.7 to 97.6 so when it was 99.3 earlier today I was sheer misery. I get all delirious and shit, I wrote a book report in that condition.... my poor english teacher.

So:
Persepolis -Marjane Satrapi- A graphic novel of growing up during the Iranian Revolution and the Iraq/ Iran war. Really good. Really important.

The Magic Moscow - Daniel Pinkwater - Typical Pinkwater weirdness. I love it. I love him.

Haroun and the Sea of Stories- Salman Rushdie - It was goodish and it kept me entertained this afternoon when I was going mad, maybe I should read it again when I’m not so grouchy.

The Birch bark House - Louise Erdrich - A good children's book. I just really like her writing. This is about the Ojibway living on Lake Superior in the 1840’s. It appears to be well researched and it’s nice and sad and good.