...should be more along the lines of, "For Whom the Bell Tolls," by Ernest Hemingway, except not totally exactly true, as I am reading an average of four to five pages every two weeks, and the other night I went upstairs in my bedroom and got all comfortable on the bed for a minute with this mystery/suspense novel I'd randomly picked up from the bookshelf and I was like, "Huh, maybe I'll just take a peek," and then like 40 minutes later I'd read about 100 pages and, let's face it, I was gonna finish it before I'd return to Hemingway which, although magnificent, isn't what I'd call a "page turner," but I'm too ashamed to admit to you guys that I - an English major and once-total-nerd-as-far-as-literature-was-concerned - is having such a hard time finishing this one little (but not that little) book, so I'll just leave it up there until I do, thus making myself accountable to the whole entire online world.