I am old, and I like to read. Why this is a problem to some people, I don’t know. So my grandson suggests to me that it might be fun (I shit you not) for me to “connect” with people around my love of books, and he sets up this blog for me. I didn’t tell him it was the stupidest idea ever – I just gave him my blankest, old man, give me more pudding face, and held my tongue. First of all, how am I supposed to connect with someone by writing a blog anyway? Will you people magically come through my modem and be my friend? Right. Also, I know it was his mother who put him up to it in the first place, even though he acted like it was just this idea that came to him one day between skateboarding and playing Minecraft. Maybe instead of conducting Operation Elderly Outreach she should have taught him to be a better liar – definitely a more applicable life skill. So, not wanting to be a total dick, I told him it was a great idea and that I’d write some thoughts about the books I was reading. Happy now?