Welcome book sluts, to another meeting of The Peckerwood Book Club, where we can share our thoughts about the books we've been reading, what books we're looking forward to - and just as crucial, what we indulge in snack-wise while doing so. By the way, if you dare tell us that you never nosh while reading a book, we won't believe you, so don't even try.  Since it's summer, I find myself pursuing easy beach reads, and in some cases, revisiting old favorites.  One of them is " The Comfort Of Strangers ," my favorite Ian McEwan novel, which remains shockingly potent despite the poky 1990 Harold Pinter/Paul Schrader movie adaptation, which feels all too listless in comparison to McEwan's chilling examination of brutality, dominance and subservience in modern day relationships. At just over 120 pages, it streaks past like a deadly snake poised to strike.  The same might be said of another favorite, " Kiss Kiss Bang Bang ," a collection of early Pa...