Yesterday, when not drinking water and sleeping, I was propped up in bed reading.
I quickly read "Down the Long Hills" by Louis L'Amour, an entertaining novel about a seven-year-old boy who survives a grizzly bear, a blizzard, hostile Indians, and murderous outlaws due to his almost encyclopedic knowledge of the outdoors.
The other sickbed book was "The Next 100 Years: A Forecast for the 21st Century" by George Friedman. He sees bright things ahead for Poland, Turkey, Japan, and Mexico but is particularly bullish on the United States.
It is challenging to read a book of predictions when you're drifting in and out of sleep. You often find yourself asking, "Hold on. What was that prediction?"