A recipe for mind-tingling bliss from the author of Bonk: wondrous novels (Oh, the language! The language!), the fine-tuned childhood memories of the one-and-only Bill Bryson, plus a Deep South literary gumbo that will have you on the midnight train to Georgia.
One of the maddening ironies of writing books is that it leaves so little time for reading others'. My bedside is piled with books, but it's duty reading: books for book research, books for review. The ones I pine for are off on a shelf downstairs. I don't read good books anymore, it seems; I just buy them and put them on the shelf and every now and then walk over and pet them. I'm like the optimistic dieter who fills her closet with clothes two sizes too small and dreams of the day she can wear them. I know just what I want to do when I retire.
Mary Roach is the author of Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex.