
I was warned not to read this book...
So of course I had to. First, standing at my husband's dresser, looking over my shoulder. Then, when I was sure he wasn't reading it, I moved it to my car. A page here and there at a stoplight, the gas station or pick up line. I was addicted.
I have a few books in my life that I read again and again, and a few of those books indicate that I'm having a total nervous breakdown. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Atlas Shrugged, the Talmud - if you see them on my night stand, run the other way. The Dice Man is surely going to join that prestigious club.
You should read it too. Just don't tell anybody.