Most of you know I am not a huge reader of books. The newspaper, online, blogs, etc are a different store. My wife on the other hand is a huge reader. She can’t be without a book. For Christmas I picked up John Grisham’s new novel Playing for Pizza. I bought it for my wife. She recently finished it and gave it to me. She said I would love it.

Setting a good example for my boys is key in 2008 for me. I want them to see me enjoying a good book, something I have never really done. So last night I sat down in my leather chair and made an effort. The TV was blasting. The boys were running around like chicken’s with their heads cut off. Wife, totally entrenched in some reality show. I thought it was the perfect time to test out this whole book reading thing. I mean if I was going to make a run at this, I might was well try it while distractions where at their peak…right? Why fall in love with something that needs peace and solitude? Heaven knows I am not going to get that…EVER.

So I have on my t-shirt on. The t-shirt I wore under my main shirt for the day. I can never wear just a top shirt, not sure why. My body is all comfortable in my leather smoking chair I got for Father’s Day a few years ago. What could be more perfect, other than the TV, kids, and wife with her ears turned off.

I start in on Chapter 1. Three pages in and I’m hooked, it’s not a riviting novel yet, but I’m in. Mind you, I’ve done this before. Encased myself in the first chapter of what everyone around me calls a great book. The last one…I think was The Da Vinci Code. I got to the museum break in…that was it. I never even saw the movie.

Playing for Pizza Chapter 2 is calling my name. I’ll let you know how it goes.