Several years ago a co-worker told me that she had read the greatest book-Beloved by Toni Morrison. Now there is a standard formula for novels that goes like this-run your hero up a tree, throw rocks at him, and then get him down. The formula for Beloved is more- run your hero over with a truck, throw him down a mine shaft, have him land on broken glass, let him bleed for a while, throw a big rock on top of him, and leave him to die. Do I need to tell you that Beloved was not my favorite book?So…