Readerz N Bookhood

Most of the books in my collection predate barcodes and current ISBN formats...

I don’t want to write about Watt this morning. I want to write about what...

O’Hara’s death has become something of an urban legend...

Two men are dead in a cabin on the side of a mountain — how did they die?

A redwood can live forever...

sift developed from a translation of the Moroccan philosopher Abdessalam Benabdelali...

hockey pucks are frozen prior to each game...

Goldilocks is chock-full of threes...

The outfielders adept at prose. At third base and first, essayists. At shortstop and second base, poets...

Unleashed on social networks, the first sentence becomes a sign of recognition, a knowing wink, a cabalistic sign between insiders...

Are the dolphins somehow a metaphor for our condition as humans, believing that we are free so long as we remain oblivious to the restrictions within which we operate?

The writing temperament comes to light as a condition of being. If there was a point, it was learning to read...

Philip was a great friend of mine. I loved him like a brother and miss him dearly. My collection of his work is not only a personal treasure...

One muses on tactile fabrics as over leaves...

I never knew Pierre-Albert Jourdan, but he was the first person ever to publish my work...

I want some book-buyers to come forward and at any rate state that they have bought a book, with some account of the adventure...

For all the efforts of the egalitarian left to deny it, the ability to get on, get by (or sometimes only stay put) remains a vital part of the average human experience...