My anti-blog status has changed radically in the last 72 hours. I am feeling sheepishly like that priest in the movie Shakespeare in Love who adamantly decries the playhouse only to find himself in the throes of Romeo and Juliet along with the rest of the packed house. So here am I. After several enlightening conversations on the purpose of blogging and three consecutive days of napping through Moby Dick, I've decided to take action. The only thing that is going to get me through this novel is writing about it. Hopefully this blog will serve as a means to thoughtful reading, something I am loath to do in the dog days of this Tennessee summer.