All Aboard the Hot Mess Express on Twitter
“”So a funny thing happened last night. I’m sitting around after dinner, before final lock-in, and I HAD MAIL.” “Oh? Get anything good? Dirty prison pen-pal letters?” “I got a book.” “Oooooh, noice.” “Yes, and let me tell you, IT’S FUCKING WITH ME.””

Shawshank is still reading House of Leaves.

“How’s the book?”

“I think I’ve read the first 150 pages about eight times now. I have notes in the margins, and pages folded down, and bookmarks reminding me to reread things. I’m going to need some translations at some point.”

“Are you enjoying it, though?”

“Immensely.”

At the rate he’s going, it’ll be at least a week before he’s finished with it.  After that, I’d be willing to bet he rereads it immediately.  And honestly, I can’t wait to see what his copy looks like when we finally see each other again.