The first year Ron and I were dating he gave me a 973-page book for Christmas, The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. Any other woman would have thrown it at his head. Lucky for him I’d rather read than be frosted with diamonds.

Regardless of the fact that it was an over-sized, hard cover volume heavier than my bowling ball and took over a month to finish, it was an excellent read. I hated to put it down, but I had a boss that…