Mr Taurus and I are reading each other's favorite book. So while he delights in 1984 I am diggin' Wicked.
I will fully admit I had hesitations. "This is an obnoxious tourist trap Broadway musical, how can this be any good," I prejudged.
But egg on my face, it is surprisingly rich with religious metaphor and proof of the human spirit and self-reliance. What a real treat that I would never have picked up otherwise.
Thanks Mr Taurus!