A couple of months ago, I found an article in Entertainment Weekly listing the most depressing books ever written. And near the top of this list was Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes. So, along with a list of other books I wanted to read, I went to Barnes and Noble and searched for the book. I came up empty, which surprised me because I had long thought this book was a classic and one read in English classes in many high schools. And I could have downloaded it or read it on my Kindle, but I’m about 65% /% a hard-copy reader. I prefer reading my classics in hard copy. Fast-forward a month: I go to a different Barnes and Noble looking for the book, and again come up empty. I texted my friend Sarah, and she told me to check the biography section, not the fiction/classics section. Who knew? And there it was, along with about 20 other copies. So I read the book over two weeks and loved it. It’s my favorite book of 2015. And, yes, I do rank my books just like I do my movies. I don’t blog about it because I watch more movies than I read books.