And then I read this book

I really have nothing to say about Family Matters. It felt very oddly paced, and I never actually cared about anyone in the story. Story may be stretching a term, though, since it had very few story qualities. Fortunately it was a quick read. I think I may have missed the point of this one. Or the author did. One of the two.

So, to make this a post-length piece, here are two random things:

Remember The Double? When I read reading it, someone asked me if it was a movie. I said I didn't know, which at the time was the truth. Then, recently Amazon recommended The Double to me, and at first I thought, whoa, that's creepy, how could it sort of know that I was reading that book/may be planning to read that book? And then I realized it wasn't that book, but a movie called The Double that has nothing to do with the book. It sort of offends me that Amazon thinks I'd like it.

Also, recently the person at work who told everyone about my reading project learned of my dance habits, which means that pretty soon all the LE in the area will know me as the hip-hop girl. That's even more horrifying.