I don’t read these books.

The fast-paced, unrealistic thrillers.

I guess they’re technically non-fiction, but they could never happen.

Right?

Anyway, I was at the lake for a few days, and I bought it at a Dollar General for three dollars.

I don’t think Mr. Cosby would mind. I’ve heard he’s doing just fine.

I read it. Quickly.

But I definitely wasn’t left wanting more, even with its appeal to my gasoline-saturated blood.