Scribbles, &c.

Not sure what I was expecting out of Kafka's The Metamorphosis, but given its famous opening line, I guess the plot went the only way it could. This book (and the last) happens from me looking at our bookshelf and saying, huh - I didn't know we had this. I'm still not entirely sure where we got some of these. I think after this, I'll look for something on the lighter side.