Thought for bedtime: No matter how many times I try to enjoy books in the genre "Well-off White people filled with ennui and behaving badly" (a'la Jonathan Franzen, Elizabeth Gilbert, Rowling's Casual Vacancy, and so many other "LIT'rary" writers), I will never be able to stop thinking, "Quitcher bitchin' and DO SOMETHING with your all your gifts." Does that make me plebeian? Probably. Meh. I'll just enjoy my Big Macs with Mr. King, Mr. Steinbeck, Ms. Morrison, and the rest of the writers for us little people who actually feel something and strive to LIVE.