Some books are like potato chips—you just can’t stop readin’ ‘em. Maybe it’s the salt. Or some diabolical bioengineerickal sort of thing cooked up in a crackling subterranean megacorp lab inducing an addict-like craving unknown by the EPA or USDA. And some books are like doughnuts—they taste good—very good—but at some point, you’ve just had […]
