In between finishing DeLillo's Point Omega and shearing off tie-dyed chunks of Pynchon's Inherent Vice, I began reading Jonathan Foer's Eating Animals. Blasted through about 60 pages on the rail commute from work this afternoon.
I'm rather late to the book, primarily owing to my smart-arsed vegetarian/vegan supposition that I already knew the worst of the horrors. Not so... Excellent tome.