What we're doing here . . .

 I know, I know. Another blog. Just what you need, right? Well, I’ll be up front with you. On this blog, we’re just talking about books.  Not reviewing them, not slamming them, not selling them (until I get published, then I may suggest you buy one).

Instead, I’d like to duplicate the magical thing that happens when you’re in the middle of a conversation and you realize that one or more participants have read the same book. What follows is an entrance into an alternate universe, time or place. You teleport back into a story that changed you and compare notes with someone else who visited the same story, and came away changed as well. I’m convinced that moments like these (and the books that provide them) are one reason I’ve avoided therapy all these years.

Have you had a moment like this? If not, come back to this page! I hope we can discuss specific books, books in general, themes in fiction, scenes in fiction and a host of other things. This blog is for readers. Before I became a writer, I was a reader. It’s in my DNA. I love reading and I love to interact with other readers.

Even if you only read billboards these days, you’ll find suggestions to improve your repertoire. If you’re over the top well-read, then I invite you to teach us what you know. And if you’re like me and you love to read, you’ll find yourself in good company.

More than anything, this is a place to chat. And I will promise not to be too wordy. But I do love words, so . . . I’ll do my best.

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In general, if there’s something “everybody’s doing,” then I try my best to avoid that thing, unless of course, I manage to be one of the first. However, on occasion I find I must do that very thing which is in itself distasteful, yet frustratingly tempting. And so I blog.

Since I must do what I might not wish to do (because everyone and their brother is doing the same thing), then I will endeavor to do said dreadful and lemming-like thing in a different way.

Sunshine and Little Debbies make me happy. But true happiness strikes like lightening. You might be expecting it, but you cannot predict which moment it will hit. Or where. Or how.

I wish you a moment today; a moment of happiness, whether caused by Little Debbie snack cakes or a lotto win or a smile flashed just for you. Look for it. Seriously, look for it.

And look for my next blog post—I’ll start in earnest then.

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