I tend to find myself in a bookstore for a randomly justified reason. I really have no good reason to head in, as though I'm out of books to read, but I somehow make up a reason and go in there and buy something I don't really need. I did this a few months ago and pi

cked up, among other things, Joshua Slocum's
Sailing Alone Around the World. And honestly, I'm not even totally sure why I bought it since I'm not exactly interested in sailing.
Like many books tend to do after I buy them, Sa...