Just finished reading, actually. An Abundance of Katherines by John Green. A totally unexpected book I picked up only because Erin and I joke about how we know so many women named Katherine (or Catherine) and which turned into quite an outstanding book. It’s about a road trip, and hog hunting, and tampon strings, and 19 Katherines, and one genius. And anagrams. And a car called Satan’s Hearse.
And the misplaced body of Archduke Franz Ferdinand.
And just because it’s relevant (though you can’t possibly know why): Thanks to Bill Robbins for, 17 years ago, singing Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire at exactly the right time.