Too hot to read?


Or reading not hot enough?

Today’s daily Kindle deal includes Scotty Bowers’ Hollywood sex trade memoir Full Service for $1.99. Is it true? I have no idea. Have I read it? Not yet.

On related matters, amazon sent me a discount on Thomas Pynchon books, which I’m not even sure I like anymore except for The Crying of Lot 49,, and on John Cleese’s autobiography which I bought at a thrift shop for $2 last week. Long story short, I’m 20% of the way into Gravity’s Rainbow while remaining half through V, and should be reading John Cleese’s book, but I’ll probably drop everything to read a poorly-written sex memoir.

What are you up to?