This book is an adorably tiny pocket size, which seems perfect for what it is--a series of recollections by the painter Joe Brainard. (For instance, "I remember how good a glass of water can taste after a dish of ice cream." Or, "I remember when, in high school, I used to stuff a sock into my underwear.") Painful, funny, wistful, blah blah blah. This was first introduced to me in college when I was assigned to write my own "I Remember," which proved to be an enjoyable and worthwhile experience. Once I got going I kept remembering more--one association led to another and another.