There’s an old quote of uncertain origin,
which you are no doubt familiar with: ‘Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best
friend. Inside of a dog, well, it’s too dark to read.’ That’s kind
of been me recently – the book as man’s best friend, I mean, not the inside a
dog part – and it’s funny in a way how much more enjoyable reading is when
you’re reading for pleasure – reading for no other reason than to read, reading
because you want to – and not because you have to read.