Lately, thing's have been weird for me.  Everytime I go to make pierogies, I end up dropping the ones I'm not going to cook on the floor.  In case you didn't know, pierogies are sort of like pasta pockets filled with potatoes and cheese, brocolli, onions, or some other lovely ingredient. Sort of like ravioli.  It's very delicious.

Anyway, I recently read the book The Jungle by Upton Sinclair.  It's a really interesting and great book about the horrors of a meat packing town in Chicago, called Packingtown, in the early 1900s.  It tells not only of how one may lose limbs and how the afflicted meat is shipped out to the public, but how the industry tore families apart, and just broke down the walls of morality.  It told of the struggle to survive in the corrupt town, and how there were only two classes: the poor, and the rich.  How the immigrants had no hope in a capitalist system, but that Socialism was the light in the dark.  It was really sad, too, because every time things were looking up for the main character, Jurgis's family, everything just came crashing down.

Now I'm reading (and almost finished) the book One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey.  It's an uber-spiffed-out book about a psychiatric hospital, with the narrator, 'Chief' Bromden, as one of the patients witnessing the new comer, Randle McMurphy, turn the ward upside down.  It tells about how restricted the patients were in a ward, and how the hospital would work at your brain through medications, electroshock therapy (EST), lobotomies, and other methods.  The patients had very little rights and could hardly do anything, as it wasn't 'therapuetic', until McMurphy came along.

After this book, I'm not sure what I'll read.  I might read Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, or maybe The Divine Comedy by Dante.  There are just so many good books out there!