I just finished Steve Martin's The Pleasure of My Company, and I loved it.

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It was beautifully written and, though an easy read, captured and held my attention completely. I've enjoyed Martin as a comic for years now, but I never would've expected to find such sheer poetry in his literary work.

I found a lot of the character's OCD habits familiar, though to a less severe degree, thankfully. I've believed for a while now that many people possess at least a hint of OCD - in some way, we have our own distinct quirks that inhibit normalcy yet give us the sense of righteousness. Maybe I'm just crazy, but I truly felt for him and appreciated his feelings on love and life.

I was certain that someone in my family had a copy of Shopgirl, so I'll hopefully get my hands on that, next.