Last week, I went into my favorite independent bookstore (Tecolote in Montecito) a little downhearted and confused. Why? Well, because I’ve had a pickle of a time finding a book that I love-love-love. I have made valiant attempts at reading a number of books (that came highly recommended), but I couldn’t focus and couldn’t finish. In a nutshell: I’ve had ADD of the highest order. No longer thanks to: The Most Beautiful Book in the World.
