in which I confuse David Foster Wallace with Dave Eggers

You may well remember that during my Wellfleet vacation, last year, I came upon and actually read A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius. I say actually read as I am not a reader. This is a fact that I am ashamed to admit - though I have gotten better since I went back to work. I have been unable to slow my mind to read books since...well, I think it dates to when I began building my internet world. A cliche, I know, but at least I'm honest.
ANYWAY.
After we met with the pulmonary doctor the other day (oh, so complicated) Youngest and I went to the bookstore to pick up some summer reading materials. Youngest got a slim, expensive volume on manga art, I got a cookbook for K, some magazines for Oldest and a survival manual for Middle. For myself? Well, I couldn't remember the title of the book that so many bloggers are pledging to read this summer. I had the vague knowledge that the book was a couple of years old, that it was complicated and that I was familiar with the author. I approached a sales associate and began to make enquiries along those lines.
Now that I'm home and have done some research I see that this is the book I've read about.
Yet, this is the book I purchased.
Looking back, I think the first book may be too complex for me, a lackadaisical reader, to tackle on a beach vacation. Though this may be an excuse for wanting to read another Dave Eggers book. Not that one needs an excuse to read a Dave Eggers, or any other, book.
I picked up a David Sedaris book too - just for good measure.
I've found, in a pinch, one can always do terribly entertaining readings from David Sedaris books whilst lounging at beach houses.
And now, suddenly, I realize that I am, in fact, a reader of books.
As long as they are written by men named David.