9/11 commission/ "Little Children"

Okay, I couldn't get all the way through it. It was good, though completely depressing.

You know what's even more depressing, and the reason I stopped reading? Finding out there have been classified sections of the book. Reports that say things like "52 warnings to the FAA about hijackings" all of which included the fact that the pilots would likely be suicidal. So not only is the story not complete, the juciest bits have been kept totally secret. It's like "Lady Chatterly's Lover" without the dirty Scottish gardener bits. Without the implication of the affair.

So I lapsed into Tom Perrota's "Little Children" on Sunday, when I was feeling terrible — something must have been really awry with that frozen pizza. And it was great. When I thought about getting up and engaging with the world because I wasn't on the verge of vomiting I didn't want to because his writing is just that addictive. Perrota's other books include "Election," so that gives you an idea of the suburban setting and dystopic tinge.

So, "Little Children," it's a good read.

Oddly, I thought finally getting to the head of the queue for "America the Book" would be good sick reading. I was wrong. It's funny and colorful, both of which are annoying when you have a headache. The book looks like a lot of work. I mean a lot. It's a little too motivated of an effort. Not just cashing out, are we, Jon?

Next up, Cornelia Funke's "The Thief Lord."