You know what’s daunting? Going into a bookstore, armed only with the ambition of finding something new to read. Let’s make the task more challenging, let’s add my criminally short attention span. How do you choose what to read next? I could spend all day browsing through titles, but eventually the people who work at Barnes & Noble and Books-A-Million would like to go home, and I don’t blame them.
So, Mr. Author of Days of the Phoenix Available Exclusively at Amazon.Com on May 7th, how do you choose your next book to read? Well, I have answers, a few of them even. My time is finite and precious and I’d like to use it reading if I can — with that being said, here is how I choose books to read:
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Read, because not everyone has the privilege of the ability.
Read, because it can silence the riot in your mind.
Read, because there is a wide world in the pages of the book that can take you anywhere you want to go.
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[WARNING]: This blog is highly satirical and is meant for entertainment purposes only. Any similarities between any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If you are offended by any of the material contained herein, you may want to reevaluate the way that you treat people as a whole. Content may not be suitable for people under the age of 18.
If you don’t belong to Twitter, I highly recommend it (and let’s follow each other!) — for this week’s “Ask and Author,” I asked for folks in Twitter’s Writing Community to submit fictitious problems and names for yours truly to give advice on; the Writing Community delivered! Make sure you check out the other authors who have submitted their questions and show them a little bit of love!
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Even as a grown man, there is no name that sends the needles of dread traversing up my spine more than “Sylvia.” I’ve never seen her, but I am painfully aware of her — I know people who have claimed to have seen her, but never for myself. I consider myself fortunate to that degree.
To those who know of Sylvia, you know exactly where I mean when I say “Janesville Mountain.” To those unfamiliar with the cluster of sleepy mountain villages that I called home, picture a secluded road along a mountain pass obscured in shadow — it’s one hundred miles through pine trees and thin air from Pittsburgh, more than two hundred from the Philadelphia direction. It’s the kind of road that you hold your breath when you drive on it, that you turn up your radio when the sun is setting, and you opt for the extra length of the Interstate when night falls.
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At 34 years old, sometimes I feel like I am trying to play a younger man’s game when I go to a concert. It doesn’t help that my favorite concerts to go to are the small club shows where the walls are black and you have no choice but to be up close and personal with a bunch of people you don’t know. I go for the music, stay for the experience, and leave with the feelings.
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