I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak, on the plane ride out to Denver. Started it waiting to board, finished in somewhere over the midwest. I loved four-fifths of it, but just didn’t like the authorial insertion in the end.
I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak, on the plane ride out to Denver. Started it waiting to board, finished in somewhere over the midwest. I loved four-fifths of it, but just didn’t like the authorial insertion in the end.
Rexroth and I got back yesterday from a quick little weekend getaway — cruising down the highway listening to the new Green […]
Let’s face facts, shall we? I love to read. I wouldn’t be in this business if I didn’t! But over time, I […]
As some of you might have seen, there’s an article or such on me in the latest issue of Writers Digest, in […]
You guys are rocking my world with all your comments on the previous post. I’m going to keep the contest running for […]