The Three Musketeers is probably about the only book I could be reading right now: it's energetic and it reads fast but it's still a classic (i.e., it was written several centuries ago) so I can read it for fun while still feeling like I'm doing something good for my brain. I'd be doing something better for my brain if I tried to process all the references and spent a lot more time Wikipediaing things, but, hell. I'm cranky and unmotivated and unapologetically down on myself and I don't need to know who the hell is who to enjoy the ride. And so enjoy the ride I shall, for as long at a stretch as I can before my brain wanders off to get interested in something else, like staring at the carpet. Oh, my brain.