After much internal wrestling (I do that a lot, you know) and a very dangerous noontime trip to Barnes & Noble, I’ve settled on Lincoln (the book, I mean) as my presidential biography of choice. It’s a hefty tome, clocking in at about 720 pages, but it just feels like the right choice.
I was tempted to pick The First American: The Life & Times of Benjamin Franklin as the winner … until I realized — DUH, LIZ — that Franklin wasn’t a president. Right. Someone (me) needs to go back to elementary American history. {blush}