Last years ( Read more... )

I gasped for air and collapsed on a boulder, fumbling for my water bottle ( Read more... )

There are new essays and arguments out about why people read 'bad books' instead of Franzen, Proloux, Hemingway, Proust, etc for pleasure. Some people think its because people don't have 'access' to good books (which I disagree with, how could you be conscious in the last 12 months and not know that The Corrections was coming out?) Some people are ( Read more... )

Once, when I was going to go spend the summer with my grandparents, I heard that my uncle would pick me up in his convertible. Eleven year old me was beyond excited. In my head, the car would be red and go fast, the wind would blow my hair back from my face, I would peer at the changing landscape with my awesome sunglasses like a movie heroine (at ( Read more... )

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When last we left our mysteriously unnamed protagonist, he'd checked into a lovely hotel under an assumed name for the entire season. Having been shown to his room, and allowed for enough time for the maid to put away his things, he started to make ready for dinner. A crisp shirt, suspenders, trousers, a waist coat, stockings and his jacket ( Read more... )

Erin pushed herself back in the driver’s seat, and flicked the turn signal, easing onto the controlled chaos that was the Dallas metro freeway ( Read more... )