I love books. Well, I guess better said, I love reading. I’m actually not looking forward to ubiquitous WiFi on airplanes. They’re kind of the last internet-free zone in the world. And even this retreat is disappearing as carrier after carrier puts WiFi on its planes. It’s like the Berlin Wall in 1989 – pretty soon, nothing will be left. You see, with no internet, I have an excuse not to work, review e-mail, or see what’s happening in the “real world.” So, I settle into my seat, put on the noise-canceling headphones, and disappear into a world that exists only in some writer’s imagination. I must admit, I’m not reading anything heavy. A good Jeffrey Deaver, Sharyn McCrumb, or Laurie King mystery is all I need. Take me to a different place, a different time, give me evocative writing and a tight plot, and the miles at 35,000 feet fly by. The other reading I love to do is about (you’ll never believe this) poker. But no dry tome for me on a plane flight, please. Strategy books are incredibly valuable and I have a library full of them. But for whiling away the hours, I want something with a plot or ...