by John Ellis
It is with great shame and my head hung low that I confess to having only read twelve books this month. A full month of thirty-one days, mind you. I mean, in the “partial” month of February I managed to read eighteen books. I blame the paltry number of books I read this past month on the fact that I spent almost a whole week traveling and guest-lecturing. If I lose to my daughter in the Daddy VS Daughter Reading Challenge, the blame falls squarely and solely on the shoulders of my friend who “forced” me to travel that week.