I’ve been finished with the Culkin book for a few weeks now, but wanted to comment. Junior
is bizzare alright. More silly stream of conscienceness than a novel. I
found it in the novel section at the library (I’m so glad I didn’t pay
a penny for this book!) yet it lacks the structure of a novel. No plot
- just ramblings with the occassional jab at his father. The funny
thing is Culkin repeadedly says “not to read too deeply into the true
meaning of his words.” Right. I remember well the stories regarding the
young Culkin and his father. It was a sad tale of how not to be a
parent to a Hollywood child star. I suspect there is more truth in Junior than Macaulay wants to openly admit.

Onto a real novel: The Sunflower,
by Richard Paul Evans. Physically, it’s a little book, a hardcover
small enough to fit in your purse. Much more special than a mass market
paperback. Very handy for taking to the hospital to read at a
bedside. I’m liking it very much so far. It’s a love story, I think.
I’m guessing the heartbroken Christine will fall for Paul who works
among the poor of Peru. But I could be wrong. And this is no typical
romance novel. The significance of the sunflower has yet to be revealed
as well. I’ll keep reading.