Something strange is happening in my house. Â It has been happening for quite some time, but now it is becoming a little frightening. Â Yes it's books. Â Piles of them. Teetering anxiously, ever threatening to topple down on innocent guests. Appearing in corners. Sneaking into too-small gaps in and on already over stuffed bookshelves. They are …
Holiday Reading
I recently ran into a fellow writer (in a bookstore of course) and we began discussing the topic of holiday reading. Â She had recently been to Paris and had chosen a compendium of Hemingway as her reading of choice. Â I must admit I was rather surprised. I personally am usually pretty brain dead after days …

