Carrying on. I finally forced myself to finish The 7th Victim. The ending was even worse than the rest of the book; a third-rate soap opera writer would be embarrassed to pen that mess. But seeing the four-star rating there on Amazon has depressed me so much that I haven't been able to finish my scathing review. I picked up Schooled and read it in a few hours, but I now feel guilty for buying it. The author was a teacher at The Dalton School and apparently the characters in the book are so thinly disguised that people in the know recognize them immediately. It's bad enough to do that to adults, but the seventh grade kids she wrote about are still minors in high school this year. After reading the book, I can believe she changed nothing but the names; the teacher in the book is very easily seduced by money and doesn't seem to have a particularly sound set of ethics, even a deeply buried one, even though she clearly wants to think she does. I'm planning to chug through Stalking Susan and Crazy for God: How I Grew Up as One of the Elect, Helped Found the Religious Right, and Lived to Take All (or Almost All) of It Back this week, as I expect to be way too busy starting next Monday to read anything except student papers and my own assignments for quite a while.