When I was ten years old, I decided I would no longer eat pork. Partly brought on by the appreciation for the animal itself, I realized that I’d never much liked pork to begin with. Rather than say to people something like, “Well, I hate pork chops, but sometimes I end up eating sausage when my mom makes red beans and rice,” it was easier to eliminate it entirely.
Yes, it’s a little late into 2014 to be doing one of these posts, but one always needs something new to read, don’t they? Let me suggest five books for your literary pleasure.