I have a strong aversion to reading the popular novel of the moment. I guess that’s why I passed on ‘Devil in the White City’ when everyone else in my family was reading it – and now I don’t know anything about the world’s first ferris wheel or the serial killer who stalked the city’s young women. I can’t get over how lavish this event was. Obviously I’m ordering the book now. I’m always late to the party, as it turns out.