Books.

Periodically I'll get phone calls from my mother asking me what's hot in the world of literature. It's mostly adorable, but sometimes frustrating. A couple weeks ago little Sheila (el mama) called me to ask about Ayn Rand's philosophy. I appreciated her willingness to read awesomeness, but was annoyed to a tee when she said she probably wouldn't read The Fountainhead due to its length. She's now reading We the Living, one of my favorites.

I'm now reading Atlas Shrugged. Joy.

This cracked me up.