I have a lot of books on my “must read” list; most of them seem to gaze at me from my bookshelves, begging me to read them before I die. I keep telling them that I will, but for whatever reason, life seems determined to ensure that I don’t get a chance to read nearly as much as I want to.
Of course, I can’t just blame life for this. I have to blame myself as well; I keep adding to my “must-read” list, you see. And I may be set to add to it anew.
You see, Mark Twain’s autobiography is finally coming out.