What they were reading by the pool

Sitting by the pool, reading, although something theoretically possible at home, is the shangri-la of my vactions, something arrived at miraculously.

I am always curious at to what others are reading by the pool. At the Parker in Pam Springs it was an eclectic mix.

Strange to say there was nary a John Grisham or Jodi Picault in sight.

One young woman was busily devouring "Many Lives, Many Masters" by Brian Weiss, a pyschiatrist's tale of the past life regression therapy with a young charge.

Others sun worshippers were more focused on the business world, a womn reading a thick tome of Dealmaking in Hollywood, another reading Don Passman's tome on the Music business.

Another former Hollywood exec was reading "The Game" by Neil Strauss, while his girlfriend with a domino tattoo on one arm tapped away on her laptop headphones on.

Finally an older couple (well, he was older; his consort less so) settled in with more traditional tastes, he reading Michael Connolly; she "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert.

Perhaps the popularity of reality TV speaks to the popularity of reality reading.