Reading

I walked into the library the other day and I looked over at the books they have out. This cover caught my attention for obvious reasons. I read the jacket and checked it out. The story of a gay man who goes to NYC for work and sees the man of his dreams. Does this make me shallow? Don't answer that.

The point is I'm reading again. I just saw a film about French writer George Sand and now I want to read her stuff as well as her lover Alfred de Musset. My mind is expanding again.

UPDATE: Just finished the book and it was great. Not a Pulitzer Prize winner. I really enjoyed the characters and plotline. It is sad to say good-bye to these fabulous characters.


Chiflaco out.