i was talking with ma barker and she remarked how i used to block off my brother's bed and make a tent of sheet and cover so i could read in peace into the night when my brother who always got away with everything when i got busted for everything. the busting and the reading continued but the busting stopped when i realized i didn't want to bust myself anymore and i told ma i still do read in bed a lot but i don't hafta make a tent or get pummeled by my brother. 

 i thank ma and bro, for tolerance and bullying. between them and the sheets i became an endless reader of endless books.

 my stack today is this: the nick of time, the condition of secrecy, little snow landscape, in the eye of the wild, chouette, and the plague.