Not as much as I would have liked, but good enough. One phrase recaps:
* When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. Funny enough to read in the hospital with a screaming baby.
* That Old Cape Magic by Richard Russo. Russoesque, but not as good as his other stuff.
* I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was: How to Discover What You Really Want and How to Get It by Barbara Sher and Barbara Smith. Don't judge me.
* The 19th Wife by David Ebershoff. Mormons are even more demented than I thought they were.
* A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments by David Foster Wallace. Most were hilariously brilliant, and the others were probably brilliant but I felt seriously and ridiculously intellectually inferior reading them. Also, I was right about cruises.
* Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann. I miss NYC.
* Bad Mother: A Chronicle of Maternal Crimes, Minor Calamities, and Occasional Moments of Grace by Ayelet Waldman. Diaper bag book that is surprisingly relatable considering the author.
The Leftovers by Tom Perrotta. I have devoured and loved everything of his that I've read. Plus, I secretly want him to fall in love with me. And by in love, I mean in that "wait, you're from New Jersey too? And you went to Syracuse too? And you moved to Massachusetts too? And you're hilarious too? I bet you are a great writer. I should take a look at your stuff" kind of way.