My kibble are my friends in the computer. No matter how profound, or articulate, or mundane, or short. I've found so much here that's given me strength and peace and reassurance.
Otherwise I haven't found one. I've picked up my Buddhism books, but keep throwing them across the room in frustration. (how zen!) I loved Amy Bloom's Away, fiction, but with lots of thought-provoking nuggets. Otherwise I stick to sports and the crossword and let the mind go where it needs.
I'm always amazed when a friend can correctly gauge what it is we might like to read; a friend gave me the book I mentioned in yesterday's post, and another friend of the Mr's gave us elizabeth edwards' book which we both appreciated as well. I wonder if it's the act of giving that sometimes makes the kibble a bit more palatable.
negative example of code 4; religious meaning unfound