So, I think a lot of my posts are going to be about books I started but barely kept going–like driving a hoopty, like an unusually challenging New York Times crossword puzzle, like the third dessert that you’re trying to eat for the sake of not wasting it. I’m trying to discern if my inability to finish books that I’ve started is a reflection of bad writing, attention deficit disorder, or there really was a reason I was sent to speech in first grade other than that I was shy and debilitating-ly socially inept. I’ll even give them a tag on this blog, “ADD”. Coming up in my next post, “Angry Black White Boy” by Adam Mansbach.