I'm reading Rebecca Newberger Goldstein's novel, 36 ARGUMENTS FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD. It's brilliant...and intellectually WAY over my head. I'm usually pretty strong swimmer in the vast sea of philosophical/metaphysical/spiritual ideas (my decade of dabbling had its benefits), but RNG's writing has me doing a frantic doggy paddle, trying to stay afloat. I feel like Rory Gilmore in the episode where she goes to Harvard, learns that the library has 15.6 million volumes, and exclaims in despair, "What have I been DOING with my life? I'm so far behind!!"
Still though, I'm loving it.
In related news, I actually went to Harvard over the weekend. My sister and THE NEPHEW were visiting, and we went to the Museum of Natural History. I'm not a museum lover (dead things and exhibits creep me out; reason undetermined) but this was a pretty cool place. Who knew taxidermy could be so intriguing? Add that to a trip to the Skywalk Observatory at the top of the Prudential Center (where THE NEPHEW swore he could see Maine through the mist), and we have now established the standard for 10 year old boy happiness.