Grown-up-ville.

Read some grown-up books this weekend.

Yep.

Don't be frightened.  It doesn't happen often.

Remains of the Day:  Made me want to jump off a bridge, but in a good way.  It's one that I know I'll read again.

Howard's End:  Who knew that it was a page-turner?  I was hooked from Chapter One.  And I had no idea that E. M. Forster had the Power of Snark*:

So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race.  But the played it with unusual vigor, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels.  They flung decency aside.  The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. 

And, yes.  For those who are wondering, my book choices were influenced by a conversation about the Thompson/Hopkins movies.

*I certainly don't remember it being used in A Passage to India, but it's been a long, long time since I read it.  Maybe I should give it a re-read.