I usually carry a book with me when I go to eat. Right now I'm reading "A Sound of Thunder" by Ray Bradbury, it's collection of short stories. One person noticed that they'd seen me with the same book about a month before. I told them, "I'm treating it like a fine wine. Treasuring it until it's gone." I then ate my McDonald's meal and read a story or two. When I got home I got to thinking, "Different books are like different drinks." That lead me to thinking about how I would classify the different genres and styles with different drinks. The one I'm reading now is like a wine; soft, smooth, and I don't want to finish it too quickly. Pratchett reminds me of a kind of lager; bold, smooth, and you want to go ahead and polish it off and have another. I've read several before that reminded me of mixed drinks; sweet, easy to drink, and gives you a hell of a headache later. "The Pig that Wants to be Eaten" is a philosophy book that reminds me of vodka; strong, bright, and a couple of shots and you're good to go. Too many and you'll get sick.
