I've made it to page 350 in The Guermantes Way. Okay, let's get real, I will be surprised if a single person on my friends list will EVER read this book - either they have or they won't! (This is the loneliness of the long distance reader.) But in the last chapter his grandma died, and it was REALLY POWERFUL. It wasn't sappy, it wasn't ... I don't know how to put it, but it was so matter of fact, so aware of how death makes everything so banal (especially all of the little social niceties his characters are ... not obsessed with but rather entangled by), so detailed about what happened ... it was great. The book is just reading really smoothly these days and I'm only turning to my Harry Dresden when I'm too tired to process big sentences. Alan De Botton's How Proust Can Change Your Life is, as I expected, making it all richer, except when it occasionally slips a plot point. Don't want to be guilty of that myself!
The ballet was great, booklectic was great company, but I've REALLY got to get some sleep. I can't wait to see more! (bathtubgin, can we go see some other ballet later, maybe Carlos Acosta & Friends at Sadler's Wells?)