I love to read. Really, really, love to read. When I was young, my mom used to ponder the fact that, as a public school teacher, she was constantly forbidding me, her own daughter, to read! Sounds odd, but she would only do this when I had, for example, gone upstairs to clean my room and become distracted by a book ... or spent an hour reading the newspaper instead of doing the dishes ... or was sidetracked from pouring my brother a bowl of cereal because I was reading the back of the cereal box. You get the picture. I have a true sister-soul-mate in this addiction. My husband's brother's wife, whom I love, is an avid book-addict, too. We share books and ideas constantly and both suffer from reading-induced insomnia. She told a story recently of starting a book before bed and getting so engrossed in it that she didn't realize how much time had gone by until her husband woke and said it was almost time to wake up ... the next day! Yes, this is the extent of our affliction. I...