I bought like four books the other day. Finished one that, looking back on it, I regret getting. It was supposed to be a book with ‘advice’ from now-famous comedians, instead its just some jokey shitty thing.
Lewis Blacks book Me of Little Faith is about the guys take on religion. I tend to like his opinion on anything and this gem was sitting on the bargain rack at Barnes and Noble so I had to. The next was Dave Eggers memoir A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. And the last book was Haruki Murakami’s memoir What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.
Never thought I was a memior kind of guy but these are interesting.
