I decided that I needed to start thinking again after my brief hiatus. With cable gone, the choice seemed clear, I should read a book. But what book (more like what's a book)? Anyway, Jason took me to this place called a library where they just give you books for free. How do book sellers stay in business? So I walked around this library building surrounded by mounds of books that honestly became a blur after about 40 seconds. They all presented themselves with about the same value and interest level, how to choose? I ruled out the Fabio ones first, followed by the devil/murder ones next. I decided it shouldn't have any pictures in it either. I was left with just about the same blur. I left empty-handed but Jason left determined. He went to another library (there's more than one?) and brought home 3 books for me. Leadership by Rudolph Guiliani, Nicholas Nickelby by Charles Dickens, and The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. That day I happened to have read most of Six Hours One Friday by Max Lucado that Jason had in his extensive collection, finished it that night, and eagerly began the third book listed, The Count of Monte Cristo. I had seen the movie and loved it. The guy playing Dantes was hot. That usually makes the movie better. But this book was completely different. After the prison escape, the book and the movie really had nothing in common. It held my interest, as exhausting as it was to keep up with all of the French-named characters and their infinite circles of involvement with each other. I finally finished it today. Not the bang of an ending I was looking for...It just sort of fizzled away slowly like this blog...