Funny, I thought The George Carlin Letters:  The Permanent Courtship of Sally Wade would be entertaining if not illuminating.  Actually, I thought love notes from a comic genius to the “love of his life” would be substantive and revealing, but I’m slogging through with dwindling enthusiasm.

On the other hand, the highly-acclaimed memoir by singer-songwriter Rodney Crowell, Chinaberry Sidewalks, is a good read, partly because it feels so honest in its depiction of Crowell’s difficult (and often painful) childhood and adolescence and partly because he is such a good storyteller.