I read about serial killers. In case you didn't think I was "that type."

I have taken up reading at stoplights. It keeps me from getting bored in traffic, and unfortunately it's often the only time I can squeeze it in.

A couple weekends ago, on my way to the grocery store, I was stuck on San Pablo in traffic, so I pulled out my current read, The Devil in the White City, a true crime novel that juxtaposes the building of Chicago's World Fair with the mass murders of America's first serial killer.

As I sat reading at the light, the guy in the car next to me rolled down his window and asked me "if it was good." I enthusiastically launched into a summary of the basic premise of the book and how I thought it was really fascinating.

After a minute or so, he goes, "Huh. You don't strike me as the type to..."

He paused....

And the light turned green. Suddenly feeling awkward, I shouted, "It's really good! You should read it!" and took off.

Aside from wondering what exactly he was basing his hastily-made judgment on, this brief encounter has left me with a burning question: "Not the type to what??" Read at stoplights? Read about serial killers? Read??

The world may never know.

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