Let me begin by saying that I am not the target audience for this book.
I love books. If I ever live alone again, I probably won’t have a living room or a bedroom, just a bathroom, kitchen, and a giant library, one full of leather-bound books that would smell of rich mahogany.
I’ve figured out what I want to do when I retire.
My father went more than a decade without taking a sick day.
Of all the white male things that I never really got into – Nirvana, soccer, Vineyard Vines, poker, casual racism, blatant sexism – the one that I thought I’d like is golf.
I’m almost always thinking about money in one form or another.
John Grisham has released thirty-four books — thirty-two novels, one collection of short stories and one work of non-fiction. Since I have loved his work (to varying degrees) for years — flaws and all — I decided to rank them. (This list excludes the Theodore Boone series and Kindle singles.)
Like many ’80s babies, I was a huge card collector when I was kid. I bought, sold, and traded baseball, basketball, football, and even some hockey cards with my friends. We’d have card collecting parties where everyone would bring boxes of the cards with which they were willing to part and we’d act like weContinue reading “When Collecting Becomes an Obsession”
I’ve been thinking about something.
When people know that you read a lot or they always see you with a book in your hand, it becomes an easy topic of conversation. Questions such as, “What are you reading?” and “How’s that book?” are heard frequently. Most people are genuinely curious, not only to know if you like the book, butContinue reading “A Character-Driven Book Unlike Anything I’ve Ever Read: “Thirty-Three Cecils” Reviewed”