I graduate very soon.

On Sunday, to be exact. I don't feel very sentimental about it; I just am ready to be done.

I am about forty pages into No god but God, which is wonderful. Reza Aslan is definitely my new political pundit crush (sorry, Fareed Zakaria). He is really cute. And I am so impressed by the fact that he has an M.F.A. in fiction writing from the University of Iowa in addition to his graduate work at Harvard and UCSB in religion. You can tell that he writes fiction from the way his book flows. It is bea-u-tiful. Unfortunately, I'm getting dangerously close to my "nonfiction stumbling point" (usually around page 50 or so), where I begin to rapidly lose interest with the dryness of academic writing and eventually give up entirely. I wish sometimes I had read more nonfiction as a child, because I think I would have an easier time with it now. Facts are all very well, but I need plot, you know? And lovely characters and beautiful imagery.

Books I bought today, because I have a disease:
Running with Scissors, Augusten Burroughs
The Yiddish Policemen's Union, Michael Chabon (I keep getting told how much I am going to like him)
Resurrection, Tucker Malarkey. I am thinking I will probably take this one back. It got decent reviews on Amazon and looks really interesting (it is a fictionalized account of the discovery of the Gnostic gospels), but I think it might be too religious for me. But maybe I will skim through it before I decide.

I have to write about fifteen thank you notes to teachers, etc. now, but then I am going to read some more of the lovely Reza Aslan and perhaps some Nathan Englander. Yes, yes.