I read another book recently. I guess I've read a few film/TV industry-related books this year, but this is the first novel for pleasure I've managed to get through since, oh, probably the last time I crowed about reading a real book on this blog.
I know, pathetic.
Anyway, the book is Prodigy by Dave Kalstein, who happens to be the son of a friend of my mom, which explains why I ended up reading it. According to what my mom tells me about what his mom tells her, Dave Kalstein reads more than I do, which is probably why he just sold the movie rights to Prodigy and got hired to adapt it. So, good for him. If you want to know what I thought of it, you can read my pretentious-sounding review on Amazon.