When I travel, nothing I pack seems more important than books. When I fly, I always make sure I have two in my carry-on luggage since nothing is worse than running out of reading material. Obviously, I haven't made to switch to an e-reader yet (maybe some day). Here are short blurbs about four of the books I read on a recent trip to NY. Looking for a metaphor to describe this assortment of books, I kept thinking of a Dagwood sandwich -- everything but the kitchen sink went into this reading feast. If so, the bread was the nonfiction Alzheimer's book. It kept me grounded. Most substantial lterary protein was probably the Freudenberger novel, followed by Carlson-Voiles' fine YA book. And the relish would have to come from Jennifer Weiner, sweet and spicy. Interesting how varigated our reading tastes can be. My moods change quickly and I can't stay with one genre or subject. All these books hit the spot!