Last night I decided to take a break from the books I'm reading (Flannery: A Life of Flannery O'Connor and The Photograph) to try something lighter. Much lighter. I was in the mood for some good retro celebrity trash to send me to sleep. But really, this just made me mad. I think I was hoping for some great behind-the-scenes dirt, something like Bruce and Charles Rocket fighting between takes. Instead there was loads about the Shakespeare episode. Ick. So my next guilty celebrity read will be something I didn't buy for $1 at the Salvation Army: Furious Love: Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, and the Marriage of the Century.