That’s the word that instantly came to mind as I was handed the book that would be my primary reading focus for this summer; David McCullough’s The Greater Journey; Americans in Paris.

At 550+ pages with a wonderfully textured dust jacket depicting a portion of Renoir’s luxuriously impressionistic “The Pont Neuf”, that is as thrilling to run your fingers over as it is to look at, the book entices you to drop everything that you’re doing and give yourself over completely to reading.

So if you have trouble tracking me down over the next month or so, this is most likely where you’ll find me.