The Pleasure of My Company by Steve Martin, 163 pages

This was an odd read that I wouldn't have picked up normally on my own, but I'm not upset that I read it. While it reminded me very much of Steve Martin, while I was reading it I completely forgot that he wrote it and become engrossed in the story. My only faults with the book is that it took a little too long to become invested in the story at the beginning and the ending was almost too neatly wrapped up.