In my version of a Utopian Barnes & Noble (is that an oxymoronic concept?), nary a shelf would be set aside for daft New Agey titles such as DStSS. Still, I feel I could stand to read a page or two from it tonight, as I am sitting here sweating bounteously over itty bitty subjects that look suspiciously like dead horses.
Sigh. I think I'll pour myself a bowl of Chocapic and escape into la fantastica experiencia del chocolate.