If you’re anything like me, you probably need a hand at the library and the bookstore.  There’s so many damn titles to choose from.

I’ve never read much of Jack London on the grounds that his name alone sound boring.

But the other day I picked up Into The Wild (which is not by Jack London).  About Alaska, the first chapter of Into The Wild had an excerpt from The Call of The Wild (which is by Jack London).

The excerpt made me feel bad about anything I’ve ever written.  In it’s beauty and brilliance I atonce yearned for more.

As I searched through the ‘L’s at the local library, I found the writer’s two shelf section.  For some reason I have an aversion to popular books.

On those grounds, and the fact that I much prefer short books, I picked up The Game.

It’s 100 pages (with pictures even) about a boxer’s final bout.  He plans to leave “the game” and get married the next day, pending the outcome of his last fight.

It was a brilliant story.  It was predictable and it was ordinary, but the voice was so beautiful and insightful I couldn’t put it down.

For two hours my heart was literally pounding.  It’s a magic art to be able to describe action with the written word like London does.

Anywho, The Game, by Jack London, is worth the read.  It’s exhilarating and you can finish it in a day, which just plain feels good.  The next day at work you can pretend like you’re really intelligent and informed.

“Oh, last night?” you’ll say, “yah, I just read a book.  Finished it, it’s no big deal.  Jack London, oh you’ve heard of him?”

Note:  The Game by Neil Strauss is a book about picking up women, something completely different.