Category Archives: reading

Confessions of a Book Smuggler

I have a secret.    Actually I have several of them.  One in every haunt.  If it’s a town I frequent—somewhere I lay my head of overly big curls more than once a year, you can bet I have one there.    Let’s see…there’s one at the beach in Atlantic City, North Carolina, one in…

A Good Book Is Hard to Find– How I Found and Fell in Love with Clyde Edgerton

During my teenage years in the foothills of Appalachia, I passed most of my days worried my nerdiness would be publicly outed (I did not know it was already out). This particular neurosis came of growing up during the era of the John Hughes movie. I so feared getting stuffed in a locker or not-danced-with…