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I did move my copy of Gravity’s Rainbow to my bedside table. So far so good. But I haven’t cracked it yet. I have an excuse.

Heidi and I took my daughter, her cousin, and her friend to the mall for a scavenger hunt. It’s something we periodically do to entertain kids for not a lot of money. We make up a list of stuff for them to find and check off. If they find a certain number of the items, go for ice cream afterwards. This time I added a twist — I made most of the items stuff they’d never heard of. We had stuff on there like “Egyptian Cotton,” “seersucker,” “herringbone,” “Cubic Zirconia,” “mag wheels,” etc., and they had to both figure out what they were and find them. (To our chagrin, many of the salespeople didn’t know what some of these things were. You’d figure if you sell men’s clothing you’d know what herringbone is.) Anyway, they had to find a “recipe for Ratatouille” at the bookstore. It took them awhile, so I moseyed over to the Graphic Novels section…

And I just *had* to buy the fourth Sandman trade called “Season of Mists.” Guess what I started reading instead of Gravity’s Rainbow? Reading comic books instead of great literature? Tsk, tsk, I’m such a slacker.