I read the Pigeon today, by Patrick Süskind. I found it in the Paoli train station, read it on the way to Bryn Mawr, and gave it to a manager at Showcase Comics when I was done. It was decent, and I could relate to the main character's withdrawal from the world. Perfume was better, though. And much more disturbing.
I also sent my first email to Katerina just now. I hope she likes it.