Yep, we're talking books. I can hardly believe it myself. The last time we talked books I was telling her not to read those 50 shades of porn crap. Then all of a sudden for no reason what's so ever she pulled a book off my shelf and started reading it. The book was "Blood Work" by Michael Connelly. For  whole week she texted me from school asking questions and trying to get me to tell her who the killer was. I had not read the book, but in the movie it was that dumbass friend that drove him around, lol. It doesn't really matter though. I'm just thrilled to be talking books with her. And crime investigation books at that! I'm gonna frame this one. It might never come around again.