My youngest brother had a wonderful schtick from some time in high school, through to graduating medicine. He had a card in his wallet that read, ��?If I am found with amnesia, please give me the following books to read …’ And it listed half a dozen books where he longed to recapture that first glorious sense of needing to find out ��?what happens next’ … the feeling that keeps you up half the night. The feeling that comes before the plot’s been learned.
