...only when you don't think that you're better than me.
It's been over a week since I finished Middlesex, and I still can't stop thinking about it. I'm not a literary expert, by any means, but it brought out all sorts of emotions that I didn't think a book could do, really pulling on my heartstrings - even now. I want everyone to read it (if you haven't already - Jack borrows my copy next) because I want to talk about it and see what other people think. Wish I knew of an English class reading it (Aiko, know of any?) that I can sit in on. Maybe I shouldn't, though. I kind of just want to just take in the book as I did at the time of reading it, even if my interpretation is not as complex as it really should be.
Jeffrey Eugenides is a genius.