Our perception of Best Sellers is apparently somewhat jaundiced. We've come to expect
Da Vinci Codes, or perhaps a few hundred pages of Tom Clancy putting info on the latest nightvision scopes and his Cold War Hangover Fever Dreams into a shaker, or various tales of how rich women finding themselves, bearing the sticker of Oprah's Book Club. We are not Oprah's Book Club, we are the Guild of Franzia--our souls are as hard and black as our livers.So it's a bit of a shock that best-selling sensation
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, praised by mothers and BYU folks alike, sits comfortably on our shelf with the rest of the urban despair and death camps.
