Last night we went to the bookstore. We don't actually buy too many books locally; I learned a long time ago that if I buy a book everytime I see one that looks interesting, I will end up with a lot of books that I never quite get around to reading. So when we go, the place that we truly go is to their cafe. While we sit and drink coffee, I browse through something from their cheap books section.
Which is how, to my surprise, I found myself reading and enjoying a book written by Newt Gingrich. The book is fiction, not politics. I haven't gone that far off the rails. But still - I'm surprised.