Books.

I am not much of a reader. I'd really like to change that about myself, but for now it is the truth. And so, when I read a book, I am reminded of how great books are, and I think I might get a little overenthusiastic about them. I remember a while back reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being. From the first page, I was floored. I know that I emailed people I cared about, telling them to read this book, even as I was working my way through page 13, page 22, page 49. I never finished it. Things came up, I had to return it to the library.

So, here, a grain of salt for you... Okay. Now, I just started a book called Stumbling on Happiness, by Daniel Gilbert – it was a Christmas present from my sister – and I'm really enjoying it. I'm on page 11. The foreword really made me think! There was an idea in it about how we do all sorts of altruistic things every day for our future selves. You know, save money, eat healthy, that sort of thing. I thought that was a great idea. I've never been one to care about myself enough to do situps, but maybe I could care about Future Chris. I bet he's a nice guy; we'd probably get along well.