Who cares about adventure? I just want a breakfast taco.

We're reading this

in my Contemporary American Novel class. 

It's about identity theft, and really just identity in general. I haven't finished it so I'm not sure, yet, what I'm going to feel is important about it in the end. But, at this point, it's about people who try and escape their mediocre lives in search of something grand.  Needless to say, they fall flat on their faces. This is an interesting topic for me because I've been searching for the grandiose my entire life.  I hated Texas.  I hated weather without seasons, I hated the culture, I hated the stereotypes, I hated the cowboys and the diesel fueled trucks at every corner. San Antonio is truly a breed of it's own. But, now that I'm out and free to experience what I want... I feel more trapped than ever.  Maybe that's what the book is trying to get at. If you go out looking for something, something you've idealized in your mind, you'll never find it. 

I think I'll talk about books on here. I like books.