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Jaw-Dropping Good

I know I'm not the first person to say this, or to experience it, but I have to say it anyway.

I'm reading "David Copperfield" by Charles Dickens. I'm halfway through, at the part where David meets a girl he's crazy over (Dora) and her "confidential friend," an older, dour woman hired for the express purpose of being a friend and confidante to this young girl. (Weird, but it's 19th century London.) And who does the dour, old woman turn out to be? David Copperfield's horrible, evil stepfather's sister.

"So what?" you say. "I can't even follow that!"

Okay, okay, I don't blame you. It does sound like a soap opera. BUT...

Book Crazy

I read 50 books a year. When I tell people that, most of them say, "Where do you find the time?!" or "You must be a speed reader!"

Well, I'm not a speed reader. Not even close. And finding the time is actually a lot easier than you'd think. The bus. Lunch hour. Before bed. I grab 20 minutes on a Saturday afternoon. Thirty minutes Sunday morning. I don't read newspapers, so that gives me time too.

Why do I mention this? Because I'm also going to be making book recommendations on this blog. And you'd do well to pay attention, Dear Reader. I would never steer you wrong.

Besides, if there's anyone's literary judgment you can trust, it's that of a guy who reads 50 books a year. So there.