It's a no-go for The Emperor's Children, obvi, so I think I'm going to read The Echo Maker next. I've read a couple of books by Richard Powers, and they're always good enough to finish, certainly, but vaguely unsatisfying. I think it's just that he's not as brilliant as he thinks he is, so his ambition slightly exceeds his reach. I'll let you know. Also starting to flip through Aim Straight at the Fountain and Press Vaporize, poems by Elizabeth Marie Young.
We had an awesome anniversary dinner at Bin 26 on Charles Street. The food and wine were fucking fantastic. Accordingly, I urge you never to go there, and we will surely never go back. Restaurants in Boston are only good once. (Also, the service kind of sucked, but we got over that in the midst of the foodgasms.)
Case in point: Gaslight in SoWa, which we have enjoyed before and has a number of things going for it: parking lot, outdoor seating, nice atmosphere, good drinks, fashionable without being ridonkulously expensive. But we dined there with Jared on Thurs and the food was really middling. As were the wines by the glass. Stick to the bar menu, and in fact don't eat there.
I need to lose five pounds. If you see me eating, do me a favor and slap the food out of my hand and say "Have no more!" This is a game Heather taught me, and it'll be fun for you too.