Thank God for books! 'Nuff said! Between having to rest recently to heal my creaky bones and setting out on long car trips, I've been extremely grateful for good reads. Mostly non-fiction, mostly about psychology, spirituality, and food, but also some good, atmospheric adventure stories. But it needn't be a solitary pursuit, all this reading. Of an evening, Mr. Mersy and I take turns reading aloud to each other, working our way through mysteries and thrillers. When we were first married, we read all the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes together, and more recently we've read aloud Dan Brown's Inferno , Anthony Horowitz's The House of Silk , and now we're getting tucked into Elizabeth Kostova's The Historian . I love our evenings spent reading aloud. While Mr. Mersy reads, I'll knit or crochet, and while I read, he plays with Penny or rests his head on my lap. And even though I'm not against dog-earing a page here and there, I felt...