This book had been waiting for me on the shelf for six months. Not accusingly. Just patiently. Like books do when they know something you don’t. Yesterday I picked it up. And then I did not look back. Three sittings. (Considering my permissible reading time, I feel absurdly proud of this achievement.) I kept wondering: why didn’t I read it earlier? But then again, I know myself. I download books faster than I read them. It’s not a new hobby. It’s a well-established character flaw.