Picked up Seven Days in the Art World. Read about three pages of it. Nearly fell asleep into the book. Read a couple more pages. Was confused as to who, exactly, this person was writing to. Read another page. Looked at the cover. Pondered. Yawned. Decided that this book was beginning like someone wrote their thesis on "The Modern Art World" and then magically turned it into a "real" book.
Decided to turn it back into the library so someone else could be bored.
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