The Literary Diet: I Eat Books For Breakfast

What's the true "Breakfast of Champions?" Is it Frosted Flakes and a glass of OJ? Nuh-uh. I don't think so. Nope, around these parts it's a big, thick, musty tome. My job is to tell you how bad it tasted. (Or how scrumptious.) And I've got quite an appetite. But be warned: I tend to get the odd craving for junk food.