The book I'm now reading is what I consider to be brain candy. Hey, don't we all need that sometime? The book I'm reading aloud to my ladies is 'tis by Frank McCourt. I've read all three of his books and one of his brother's, so ... well, great books. The lady I'm reading it too tends to forget it isn't fiction (she has this thing about asking me to read Irish authors, and doesn't realize this is not fiction). She keeps telling me, "oh, that's an exaggeration" Huh? When I read another book to her which was about Irish life and immigration to the US, she didn't have a problem with it. It was fiction (I'd have to look it up to remember what novel it was); but for some reason she can't stand fact. This is a little crazy, because this woman almost always wants to have me read nothing but history and biography. But for some reason Frank McCourt's memoirs of his first years in the U.S. are bugging her. She's quite a liberal, and very pro-Irish, but for some reason this is bothering her. "That couldn't have happened, not really, Claire, what do you think." Duh, We're reading about his experiences. She wants me to switch to Maya Angelou, and all I can say is that if shedoesn't like Frank's life, she sure as hck won't like Maya's (yeah, I've read her autobiography).