I'm thankful for books. I'm married to a bibliophile and seem to have birthed a few more. The happiest place on earth for my little family is in a bookstore. Offspring walks to and from school with her nose in a book. The third sleeps with his. And Numero dos hoards them under the couch. Phil is always carrying around an enormous book about Thomas Jefferson or Catherine the Great or whatever bit of history he's into these days. That leaves me. I am by far the biggest reading slacker. Right now I'm reading "Half the Sky" and find it heartbreaking and fascinating. I'm grateful, really grateful, for books.