i just finished this book, and it's fascinating. not the best book ever written, but its premise mixes quantum physics, university drama, mystery, literature, and essential questions like what is the nature of thought? does thought make matter? did we create god, or the other way around?
I must learn more about quantum physics. i still think it's a mind f*ck that my fingers never touch the keyboard as i type - my electrons repel the keyboard, and all touch really constitutes is just repulsion. So technically speaking, John Edwards (bastard!) never had "relations" with Rielle - and i've never really been with rachel. who knew madonna was so wise? we are all of us virgins on a physics level.
and speaking of Edwards - you know the baby is his! why the hell is he lying about it?
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