Last night was a virtual reading frenzy. I couldn't find my copy of Chelsea Whistle so I picked up The Virgin Suicides instead and read the first 100 pages. So far I'm liking it -the writing is beautiful. Still on the fence on how the story will unfold (although I already know what happens) - how Eugenides will craft his arc, details, etc.

Before I dived into that book, however, I also read the newspaper, the latest issue of US Weekly, this week's New York Times Sunday magazine cover story (requires free registration) on the decline of teen romance (interesting and provocative - but ultimately just another piece that portrays teens as some sort of cult of alien beings), a story on mobile homes from The Next American City magazine and the title essay from Sarah Vowell's Take the Cannoli.

So, tonight is Franz Ferdinand (here) and tomorrow night is Eleni Mandell (here) and Sunday? Sunday is hopefully a day of writing as I haven't even thought about my thesis since school got out a month ago. Vacation is now over, time to get down to business.