I fear for my own wellbeing friends. Today I heard the unthinkable, the unfathomable, the unimaginable. Oprah’s long awaited addition to the famous book club is a book that already resides on my shelf, Elie Wiesel’s Night.

Although I can count the number of Oprah’s shows I’ve seen on one finger, and I couldn’t name another book from the club to save my thumb nail from my nervous teeth during the next televised Lightning game, I never would have thought we had the same taste in books. You think if I sent this revelation to her in an email she’d consider Ender’s Game?

Personal note: I don’t mean to suggest that these two books have equal weight or merit. While Ender’s Game was a great read (taken on it’s own), Night is a book about The Holocaust – enough said.

Give the gift of words.