I’m in love with Reader’s Digest, and I’m saying it out loud and proud. Despite the pages and pages of pharmaceutical ads I find there is more variety in each month’s offering than some of the other mainstream magazines out there. Yes, I still read Rolling Stone and I love good fashion editorial as much as the next aspirational fashionista, but when I need a little break from my daily routine that doesn’t require too much effort on my part, I can count on RD for a dose of humor, pithy quotes culled from celebs and regular folks alike, or an arresting story with an inspiring ending. RD has come a long way from the days of “I Am Joe’s Prostate,” and I applaud how well they squeeze a boatload of content into a pocket sized tab. And when you’re done reading there is nothing more satisfying than free-cycling it in a public spot so somebody else can enjoy the topical “Life in These United States“ or the “50 Secrets Surgeons Won’t Tell You.” Bonus: they still have a little vocab quiz in every issue, because you are never to old to brush up on words. Well-played RD.