One of the fun things about moving is sorting through your books before the move. So far, I’ve found three dog-eared copies of The Catcher in the Rye, a picture book gag gift entitled The Smiths and Beyond that may just be the gayest thing I own (hand in glove, anyone?), about half of the Aubrey-Maturin series, all belonging to my uncle (sorry, Patrick!), two books written (spewed?) by Slavoj Žižek I had to slog through before a college debate tournament, Victor Davis Hanson’s A War Like No Other, a darn good companion to Thucydides that suggests the author is beset by some exotic split personality disorder (the evil VDH can be found here), A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, a copy of For Whom The Bell Tolls with the words “Spanish Bombs” scrawled across the inside cover, and Michael Herr’s Dispatches, the craziest book about war and journalism you’ll ever read.