So the pants story ended up being pretty good. Could've been longer and contained more of an arc but it is "young adult" and not Dickens or Dostoevsky. Can I help it if I've been conditioned to expect 800 pages of substance in small print. Probably. But eh really. I thought the characters were grounded and appropriately angst filled- with some touching cream filling. And I even stayed up to read it! Nice.
Of course it's back to Dostoevsky tomorrow which is more like 7 courses with pleasant dinner conversation and a dry sherry to end the evening.
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