A trifle behind the curve, since the book has already been made into a major Hollywood Moovie, Cow has been reading Master and Commander.
Thirty pages in, Cow already stuffed to the gills with ship lore. Aft, bulkheads, sails. Seems like it will be a good book.
And Cow feels she deserves a good read, after having made a terrible mistake in selecting
"Nasty, Brutish, and Long" for the weekend.
"Nasty" is a book by a nursing home psychologist who basically writes about his job, and he doesn't seem to like it very well.
If you weren't already depressed, reading this book will make you want to find the nearest 6-foot deep hole and crawl in. Bleah. Highly unrecommended, except for a couple bits of wisdom culled at great cost from the reading.
First, if put in a nursing home, try for the bed by the window. Second, give away your assets three years before going in one or Medicare will claw them back. Third, when in a nursing home, never tell the psychologist you want to kill yourself, or he'll put you on suicide watch while whining that drugs don't help people, people just need more human contact. Preferably with somebody besides the psychologist.