reading "self-consciousness" by john updike. it's a collection of enthralling essays about stuff he's self-conscious about. this book rocks. i've become smitten with it. it never leaves my sight. i feel self-conscious without it. it's validating. i heart john updike. this collection, although obviously self-indulgent from a technical stand point, has inspired me. i think we all have great essays inside of us about our insecurities. what are writing and reading for if not to share the awful and wonderful experience of being human?