But I started to a few nights ago. Instead of feeding my magazine addiction before bed the other night, my wife suggested some fiction. She had read "Angels and Demons" and I had been avoiding the whole Dan Brown thing for years now. I generally don't read much fiction and even at 33 I still hate big trends.
I started reading and it's pretty much roped me in. Secret societies of scientists and murder are keeping me entertained and looking forward to reading. I'll still tear apart an Economist (ok Maxim), but fiction is a nice escape.




