My grandmother thinks all I read are cheesy science fiction novels. Which is ironic because the last time I was at her house I found a bad romance novel on her nightstand. The other day I got an email from her saying, "I know you think all I read are romance novels, but I just finished this murder mystery that you should read." She proceeds to recommend this Freudian murder mystery. I read it, and it was decent. Now I figure she owes me, so I sent her an email telling her to read Ender's Game. We'll see if she does.