I'm not a reader of books by a long shot. Over the years I may have read an occasional novel, usually a classic and usually Charles Dickens. I can't even tell you the last book I read or when. If I had to guess it would be A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. Normal people usually read fiction so I guess I may be a lost cause.
Today, however, I had a notion to read a book, shocking, right? So I scanned the bookcases looking for one. Unlike me, my wife is an avid reader. One of her favourite authors is James Patterson, consequently there are several of his books on the shelf. I pick one titled The Murder House. Okay, that will work. I found an unneeded business card to use as a book mark and settled in to read. Now, obviously I knew it was a murder mystery from the title, but I couldn't even finish the prologue. The beginning of the book started with a school shooting. Do I need to say anymore?
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