Man, I do not like to read anymore.  And by read I mean read novels, because it’s still hard to count graphic novels, essay collections, and the back of the Cetaphil face wash bottle as quality literature.  I have a stack of just-cracked novels on my bedstand and I just don’t have the energy to read anything very complicated (not to say that graphic novels can’t be complicated — they’re glorious and I love them)(and Cetaphil is made is Canada, which is neat).  You would think that someone with two writing degrees would have some interest in reading stories.  You’re wrong, stupid.  I don’t, and I don’t know why.  I’m not sorry about it.  Nonfiction forever.

That being said, my new favorite book is Mark Bittman’s “How to Cook Everything.”  It’s one of those books that makes you want to take a week off from work just to have the extra 40 hours to highlight your favorite parts and then an extra week to execute the recipes.  I fell asleep reading it in bed last night.