“Jim, for heaven’s sake, why can’t you just talk to me once in a while?” “Huh?” replied Jim. Judy moaned, “Look around you. Your head is always buried in some book. You don’t even know I’m alive!” Jim knew this wasn’t going to end well and said, “I’m sorry.” “You know,” Judy continued, “sometimes I wish that I were a book. Then at least you’d look at me.” Jim responded, “That’s a good idea. Then, every few days, I could take you to the library and exchange you for something more interesting! “