I've decided it's probably not a good idea to get into the habit of snacking while reading. A couple of weeks ago it was a packet of Gummi Bears here, a mouse-sized box of raisins there. Last week I hit the trail mix and tonight I hit rock bottom: Whoppers.
It stops here.
This is worse than television snacking. At least then we wait for programs to end before getting more...don't we?
Still, I'm reading A History of God (Karen Armstrong) and The End of Faith (Sam Harris). Now, maybe it's just me, but this kind of study seems to beg for a carton of Whoppers. Something sweet while gnawing the Deity.
Dry, chewy deity... Perhaps ice chips would go better.