Carey and I drove to Phoenix on Monday and back last night so she could take another look at a hospital she’s considering for residency and so I could acquaint myself with the city. All this travelling has been exhausting, but I have had a chance to do a bunch of reading. I finally finished Miroslav Volf’s Exclusion and Embrace. I also read George Barna’s short work Revolution. (Reviews for both books coming soon.) For pleasure, I read Jeffrey Eugenedes’ The Virgin Suicides—a well-written, strange, and haunting novel. One of my favorite lines: “She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.”