i finished reading Saturday by Ian McEwan, which reminded me a bit about another great novel, Virginia Woolfe's Mrs. Dalloway. in both books, the "life in a day of" setting and vivid moment-by-moment narratives force the reader into the protagonists' minds.
Saturday also reminded me about the real pleasure of reading. i'm always so impatient that whenever a passage seems a bit tedious i unconsciously skip ahead, which makes me quite a fast but careless reader. I wanted to read every single sentence in this one.
