Boooooooooks

It was a pretty slow week at work, and I finished 3 novels. Slaughter-house-five and Deadeye Dick by Kurt Vonnegut and Early Autumn by Robert Parker. The Vonnegut books were great as usual, so I will spend more time talking about Early Autumn, which was a requirement for the lit. 111 class. I didn't take the time to purchase the book at the beginning of the semester, so I was lucky enough to get the last copy at the bookstore. Lit 111 is an online class and the professor has no idea what is going on. I asked him a question and he sent me an email saying he forgot that he was teaching the class. In addition to his complete disorder, I somehow received a seven out of ten on an assignment that I am convinced he did not read. I mean his comment was "treat it more." What the hell does treat it more mean? I better get an A even though this guy is no good. (It would be nice if I knew my current grade too considering he has only graded two things from the first week.) Ok enough venting on the easy, yet horrible online class where no one learns anything. The required reading was a nice change-up, because it was the typical detective novel with the good guy being witty, strong, smart, and good at everything. I liked the book, because it reminded me of all the fiction I used to read back in middle school. Personally, I liked the other two books I read better, because they were somewhat profound, but I write too many blogs on the one author.