Posts Tagged ‘books’

I haven’t met many notable writers. In fact, I’ve met only one. Even then, it wasn’t so much a ‘meeting’ as it was an ‘alienating.’ I have a knack for that sort of thing. Why discriminate based on fame or notability? That’s what I say. Of course, I didn’t say a blessed thing upon meeting […]


I recently picked up a copy of Steinbeck’s The Pearl at the local Sally Ann and upon a cursory flip-through noticed several faded notes scribbled here and there by a previous reader. It happens — an offense I’m guilty of myself and who can really complain when it’s a fifty cent book? Not I. Best […]