What I'm reading right now is Robert Louis Stevenson's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde--which yes, you've read, my sister has read, and pretty much everyone but me has read it.

I have not. But I am fixing that. And enjoying it much. If you would like to peruse the Jekyll, here it is, for free.

The Real McCoy is a joy, half Malamud's The Natural and half its own marvelous reassesment of fame-seekers and their intimate relationship to America. Read it. You will like it.

Read Paul Collins' Banvard's Folly as well. I had a wonderful time doing so, and seldom will you find a book this bubbly and exciting about failures of all kinds. You finish this book wanting to pick up as many forgotten, dusty books from the most remote corners of the library.