by Jonathan Safran Foer Please read this book, it’s exceptionally satisfying. An excerpt: “She always saw through him, as if he were just another window. She always felt that she knew everything about him, that could be known-not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia. He had a birthmark on the third toe of his left foot. He wasn’t able to urinate if someone could hear him. He thought cucumbers were good enough, but pickles were delicious–so absolutely delicious, in fact, that he questioned whether they were, indeed made from cucumbers, which were only good enough. He hadn’t heard of Shakespeare, but Hamlet sounded familiar. He liked making love from behind. That, he thought, was about as nice as it gets. He had never kissed anyone besides his mother and her… He had never seen another man naked, and so had no idea if his body was normal. The word “butterfly” made him blush, although he didn’t know why… He admired magicians more after learning the secrets of their tricks.”