Years ago, when I stood at the trailhead and looked at the sign, I knew I wanted to follow the trail that would take me to that place where I would recognize that I had become a writer, that I had earned that title. I have broken into the clearing and those of you who want to read me can do so in a number of places. You may have followed me here from there, which is great. And while I am a firm believer (ask my students) that if you want to write, you must read, this is not going to be the place where you'll see the sorts of political posts that once garnered me attention.
Here, I want to talk about one of my great loves: books. I'll tell you about what I'm reading, what I'm thinking about reading, what I put down and couldn't read and which book kept me from blogging because I couldn't lift my eyes off its pages.
So in the coming days, look for my thoughts on books. I haven't yet decided what the inaugural book I discuss will be. But I hope you'll come back and talk about books with me. My only rule about posting comments is that you can't be a troll. This is a no troll zone, and violaters will be booted. You're in a literary salon, not hanging out in the parking lot of a strip club. Don't take a dump on my carpet. Feel free to offer thoughts about a book or books that that are contrary to mine. I will love that. We'll be having a discussion, a conversation, an exchange of ideas. Sometimes, I get lonely when I feel as if I'm the only one who has read a particular book. That's why I'm welcoming you to my salon. The furniture is comfy and we're casual, so go ahead and put your feet up.
Stay a while.
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