Red Room Where the Writers Are

I'll miss you, Michael Patterson, though you're only a pen and ink drawing on smudgy newsprint.

“[1] I celebrate myself,

I have always liked Michael Moore. When I saw Roger and Me when I was seventeen, I was amazed by how smart, funny and sad it was.

When i studied at school this year i always woke up at 8-30 when my lessons were at 9-20.  But if at that time i could - i would have surely woken up after 12 p.m.

I'm reading a riveting memoir of mental illness and recovery called GET ME OUT OF HERE by Rachel Reiland. I came upon it when browsing in a bookstore, and the first few pages swept me away.

 I visited an old friend this weekend, probably for the last time.

Why would an author ever give away a book?  A whole book, that took months, maybe years, to write?  It's a big question today, as publishers and authors both struggle to find readers in an online

It wasn't so long ago that my nightstand was literally tipping over from the stack of books piled upon it.

I clearly remember those days when myself and my classmates used to have a lot of fun, playing games during the free period, and enjoying ourselves.