The last book I read was The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman. So there. I don't want to talk about it anymore. And stop showing off Johanna.
And no I STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED listening to Atlas Shrugged.
I'm gonna go take a shower and then maybe I'll have remembered all those books I've read this year and got knocked unconscious (sometime, I forget) and totally lost my book reading memory. And I won't stink. Mostly.