My wife and I read a lot. She got me going to the library again, we usually come home with an armload. I have rediscovered Louis L’Amour and have discovered Dean Koontz, if that tells you anything about the depth of books I prefer.

So anyway, one night I asked my wife about the inspirationish fiction book she was reading. I asked if she liked it, and why or why not.

It was ok, she said, but it wasn’t very realistic.

I probed further, what wasn’t realistic? Fantastic action, ludicrous coincidences, unlikely plots?

It turned out to be this: the man in the story always knew the exact perfect thing to say.

Indeed, that sounds unrealistic to me!