I finished The Agony and the Ecstasy last night, the biography of Michaelangelo. SPOILER ALERT: He dies.It feels good to have a 750+ page book sitting on your night stand, read and slightly tattered from countless commutes and innumerable hours of attention.
It's also a relief because, based on the cover of the book, I'm pretty sure everyone on the train thought I was reading some trashy romance novel. Instead, they'll see me reading the latest issue of WIRED with a semi-naked picture of Jenna Fischer on the cover. Stellar.
