There was a time I read three books...depending on where I was. Drove my ex-wife nutz...she only read medical books. She was easier than going to a doctor, unless you needed a prescription drug. Also had a very good friend who was an operating room nurse...she was so intelligent she was scary and funny at the same time. Both ladies were red haired with hazel eyes and the same skin tone...the ex, Debby, was Irish on both sides and Barb’s parents were adopted, so she didn’t have a clue. The ex is 5’8” and Barb was 5’ if she stood real straight. Barb would have made a great comedy writer, and Deb’s sarcasm was witty enough you wouldn’t feel the burn until the laughter faded. The last time I talked to Barb the phone conversation scared me to the point of convincing her to see a doctor...hers had just retired. She whittled the choices down to three. After telling her to “Pick one!” She did...was put in the hospital, and died within hours. Cancer sucks.