How to be Alone

It's been hard to find time to read in all of the pre-moving preparations and packing, but I finally finished How to Be Alone, by Jonathan Franzen.

I like Franzen; I can't help it. I think that were I a novelist, I'd probably come across as a little bit cranky and elitist. Thus, I'm not one of the people turned off by those qualities of his. (In fact, I don't think he's "elitist" at all, I actually, I think he's very aware of the choices that make him seem so and is embarrassed by them, but that's a discussion for another day.)

The collection is good, although some essays are more interesting than others. My favorites were "My Father's Brain," and "Meet me in Saint Louis."