Infinite Summer

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I started reading David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest yesterday along with a few other people.  I read the first 17 pages aloud to Laura, an activity we may continue if we think we’ll have the time, energy, and I the vocal strength.  She hasn’t decided if she’s going to try to read it herself or rely my (possibly sporadic) story times, supplemented with here’s-what-happened-since-last-time synopses.  Should be a good summer.