Right now, I’m reading and enjoying “The Water-Method Man”, which was the first book written by one of my favourite authors, John Irving (“The World According to Garp” and “The Cider House Rules”).  I find his characters VERY engaging, either in spite of, or as a direct result of their many faults.

I think part of his skill as a writer is creating characters who are just enough like you, or someone you know, that you can get inside their head easily and accept them, which also means you accept the more odd and possibly unbelievable parts of who they are.  In the case of this book, I found myself identifying with the main character quite closely, and as he quickly becomes more anxious about life, I find myself doing the same.  It’s all very “The Neverending Story”.

Late last night, I found I couldn’t sleep and curled up with the book under a blanket, reading by a dim lamp in our living room.  I realized just how much the setting resembled “The Neverending Story”, and fully expected The Nothing to swallow up my house. Alas, no Nothing showed up and I eventually got sleepy and went to bed.

I think I need to hurry up and finish this book so I can have my mind all to myself and not have to share it with Fred “Bogus” Thumper anymore.  I think he’s putting me on edge.

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