Currently reading Bringing down the house by Ben Mezrich. Haven't had a "fun" read in awhile. Only 70 pages in, but I find myself wanting to read more.

Terribly easy read, (unlike the book Trainspotting which could take you forever the first couple of chapters. You actually begin thinking in that horrible Scottish dialect it was written in. After you break through the beginning chapters, it's all gravy. Kinda like the movie Snatch; you scratch your head the first couple of scenes, but you get use to the dialect after a while. 'You like 'dawgs'? ) I hear Porno, Irvine Welsh's sequel to Trainspotting, is a wonderful yet unnecessary sequel to his cult classic.

Back to Bringing Down the House; a read that chonicles a real-life Ocean's Eleven. I've only read a few chapters, and I'm marking pages to refer back to for some laughs. If you've never gambled, or never had an interest, this book will break down the basics, and then some. Mezrich's witty sense of humor on writing and NJ has got me in stitches:

I immediately thought about edging toward the exit. Like every other writer, I had heard this opening a thousand times in my career. Everyone had a story he believed worthy of a best-seller; for me, reality was rarely interesting enough to take the place of fiction.

Gotta love "JOYSEY", baby!! At least, I do...

He heard the trunk slam shut, then glanced back at the airport terminal. The sidewalk was nearly empty; it was Saturday morning, and you had to be crazy or drunk to fly to New Jersey on a Saturday morning. Or a little of both.

I'm quoting this last part because I'm always excited to hear someone referring back to my hometown:

It was two in the afternoon by the time they stepped over the threshold of the casino floor, and Kevin was feeling mildly lethargic, the result of a heavily laden VIP buffet and forty minutes on a lounge chair in a private pool cabana. He hadn't seen any showgirls, but he had been lucky enough to watch an extremely pale family from Passaic play water volleyball against a group of Japenese tourists.

Book on deck: Naked by David Sedaris