Precor handle-y elliptical, 25', then handle-less, 20' @ 12/20 resistance and 20/20 incline. Then a scant 5 minutes and 20 floors on a stairmill, and then 3 or 4 minutes on a treadmill until my pulse was below 100.
All books are one book: Charlotte Simmons, Tom Wolfe’s heroine, thinks that the El Dorado she had come to DuPont University to find was now the entire known world.
A dramatic reader gave the flat characters more personality than Wolfe did. The egregious stereotyping and trite, minimalistic plot wore on and on. I hope I wouldn't have read it, but it was an okay listen, an easy and entertaining story. I know this was a better listen than read: reviewers at Amazon complained of things like ":::::STATIC:::::" that the performer, not I, had to deal with. I did have to deal with lots of thrice-repeated words, rut rut rut or caress caress caress, which might work once or twice in context, but not continually, and not of a truck churning uphill ("struggle struggle struggle"), or multiplous times in one paragraph of a heart beating, pound pound pound pound (because sometimes the word would be quadrupled).
Among the several unbelievable things is Charlotte's first experience in high heels. Any female with any sartorial concern at all, and we know Charlotte has some, would put on dress and shoes and try them out, especially heels, before wearing them at an event.