(this was actually pretty difficult, because the first two books i grabbed — a pocket constitution/supreme court factoid book and the case of sacco and vanzetti by felix frankfurter — didn’t have 123 pages.)

the next day he is in a bad mood and sits sulking behind the counter. the room is in semidarkness; there is no electricity. where the sun’s rays enter, the dust dances and makes the room appear even drearier.

eh. kinda boring. but to be expected from asne seierstad’s the bookseller of kabul, which i’m finding to be a good read, but paced like molasses.

gary’s was much better:

hey. shit. hanne.

yes man, by danny wallace.

and with that, i tag james, randy and chris. go to jeff’s blog and follow the directions.