Self Storage by Gayle Brandeis. Her agent sent this book to me a few months ago. I read this over two days while my son napped. For two days, I was watching the clock, just waiting for him to go to sleep so I could read. I was a bit disappointed with the ending only because I wanted to know what happened next, which is of course a good thing, but I really wanted at least another chapter. Flan is a little horny--wanting to kiss everything that breathed--but it's part of what makes the novel so good. She is married with kids, but lonely and looking for human connections in a totally non-sexual, yet slightly sexual ways. It's strange, but makes sense for the character. A Walt Whitman poem is like her bible and the story is peppered with lines of Whitman prose. In Self Storage there are probably more interesting characters than I've ever seen in one novel. The Afghan woman in a burka is the most intriguing, especially since she has to deal with her impossibly American neighbors in the days after 9/11. I throughly enjoyed this novel. What has stayed with me is Flan's quest to find the thing in life that makes her say "yes" inside. It's inspirational.