I eat books. Not literally, of course, but rather quickly. Whether walking the dog, mopping the floor, or running on the treadmill, I have a book between my fingers. I will read until the hardcover plastic and paperback spines have rubbed away my fingerprints.
This is an experiment. I am going to limit my food and increase my language intake. Instead of turning to ice cream, I'll turn pages. You'll get to monitor the result and either openly mock me or hop on my boa-tails.
You will benefit from my honest critiques of literature, both modern and classic. Or, if not that, you will get a recipe for a new mixed cocktail. And I'll always be open to new suggestions.