Dance Dance Dance is turning out to be very interesting right now. But it's too similar to The Windup Bird Chronicles. Same single lonely guy who used to be not single and who is searching searching for some woman, same weird hotel experiences with entering into portals into other worlds, same 13- year-old girl full of wisdom and punk, same corporate conspiracy theory... and wasn't there a reference to a dead cat too?

Anyway it's still interesting even if it seems familiar. I like the details. I also thought it was especially interesting how he brought himself up in the book. He writes himself, the author, right into the plot. It's funny. Very self deprecating.

Yay! I finished a book. I finally finished A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I'm over it. I tried to do a bit of gooogle research on Dave Eggers and I'm over him too. Fame creates boring snobs.

Anyway, I'm happy to be onto something new: Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami finally! With this new blogging habit and decent prime time tv I haven't been reading as much as usual. It also could have something to do with what I've been reading lately. Nothing that great. So far Dance Dance Dance is intriguing. Much like The Wind-up Bird Chronicles. Which I liked in parts but not the whole. I just love a satisfying good story. I do love good writing too but I think when it comes to Mr. Murakami, I'm lost in some of the translation. Too otherworldly for me.

Who knew it! I'm actually getting into A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I think the breaker for me was that Dave Eggers actually lived in Berkeley about the same time I was going to college in Hayward. (that armpit of a town... by the way it is the capital of prostitution in California.) He even got the MTV Real World San Francisco application just like I did. I remember agonizing over whether or not to fill that thing out. That was before I left my religeon. Can you imagine if I went through that and losing my virginity on tv? Well, bygones because I didn't have the guts to fill it out anyway.

So I'm really getting into the book now. The various everyday tossles with his little brother Toph, who is nine, are very endearing. Probably really screwed up, but endearing. I'm going to have to look into what Dave Eggers is doing now and if his magazine Might still exists. Email me if you know anything.