Something really significant happened last night. And it's funny because I was feeling so guilty for spending $12 on a book. Because that's just something I do not do. As an obsessive compulsive book hoarder, I am the mother of all deal finders when it comes to purchasing a book. So I carried said book around for half an hour or so trying to talk myself out of paying full price for the coveted written word. Then I bit the bullet and paid the$12 plus tax.

And then from page number one I was completely gobbled up. This is a different kind of feeling. It's something big. Like when you buy the record that will unknowingly become your favorite of all time. I'm only on page 41 and I feel something at work. And this time it's not forced or imaginary. I almost don't even want to speak of it.