This week someone asked me if I had ever read a book by a man. They were being facetious but I did have to rack my brain before I could come up with a recent title (for the record it was Adam Grant's Originals). The truth is that 99% of the books I read are written by women. Right now I'm on my second go-round of Glennon Doyle Melton's Love Warrior, which takes vulnerability to an entirely new level. Zoe Heller's The Believers has got me feeling pretty good about my own family. In Crossing the Thinnest Line, Lauren Leader-Chivee brilliantly explores the power of diversity in this experiment we call a democracy. And Jessica Bennett's Feminist Fight Club has got me rolling with laughter (and tears) as she outlines the challenges of living in the work-world with two X chromosomes. Blame my 7-year-old daughter for Wanda Coven's Heidi Heckelbeck. I haven't been this addicted to a witch since Samantha Stephens. Some people love to read. I read to love...and to support women who write.