I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
God, another book where the main character, also from Indiana no less, is an ass. This one infinitely worse than the one in The House of a Thousand Candles. The Thousand Candles guy was merely an ass, the Amberson guy is a total, 100% asshole. Oh well, it won a Pulitzer Prize, right, so I'm bound to get something out of this one.