This year I have been badly bitten by the sporting literature bug. I enjoy reading these books so much that I have plans of collecting enough books of the genre to have my own sporting library. I can already hear the protests of my wife, asking me if I really need another hobby. But I figure there are far worse hobbies for a husband to have.
It started innocently enough with a book recommendation from a friend, who felt that this book would be just the ticket to cure the boredom from sitting alone in the evenings here in Afghanistan. A quick visit to Amazon and I had paid my money and waited eagerly for my prize to arrive. A few weeks later Burton Spillers collection of short stories entitled “Firelight” arrived in the Brigade mail room. I devoured that book in a little less than two days, and I have been addicted to the genre ever since.