Reading at meal-time is one of my favorite things. I often run out of things to say, or don't want to talk because, hello, food in mouth. Gross.
I've been struggling through Independence Day for a while. I'll set it down to read other books, then come back, hoping to get back into it. Frank is far too existential and passive for my taste in protagonists. But, it is one of James' favorite books, so I'm trying to power through.