I’ve caught the reading bug again. The last time I hungered so much for books was in grade school. In between the days of playing in the school yard and holding my mother’s hand on afternoon outings, I used to read — a lot. I don’t know what happened that made me lose my love of reading. Perhaps it was the endless requirements of school or the sheer volume of college consumption, but I stopped reading, almost all together. The last memorable novel I read was Watership Down by Richard Adams. That was 1991 – the last Gulf War, ironically. Now, I’ve been scouring Amazon for a book I will pick up at the library.