Six years ago, my grandmother's neighbor gave me some old cassette tapes of Napoleon Hill's Keys to Success. I've listened to them over and over, taking notes, closing my eyes, and reveling in the 1950-ish sound of his voice, and the voice of his narrator. The marketing phenomenon, The Secret, is Napoleon Hill all over again.

I've read his books, but I still prefer the tapes. One day I'll break down and get the CD's so I don't have to wake from my reverie and climb off my massage table and flip them over in the tape deck. Not like I do that every day, but...every few years.