tao lin sent me a copy of his new book. i read it. i was a little sad when i was done reading it. i felt like it had alot of affection. i imagined the book to be true life based. i imaged some of the characters as people i know. mostly i imagined sam as tao. i couldn't relate to sam. i could have if i tried. but i liked him the way he was. i liked this book because if i was in high school, lonely, listening to jenny lewis this book might make me happy. i liked it because if i was an academic person who reads everyday and has many degrees in english and literature i could feel the alienation, self deprecation, and irony. mostly i just liked it. it also made me think "i dont think id ever want to date tao lin"