When We Fell In Love – Jane Vandenburgh
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My Trip To The Strand
If you’re a fan of the site at all, you’re aware that we’re (I can say we’re now, I’m in the “About Us” page!) fans (in a not-so-subtle-way) of independent booksellers. With that said, I’ll admit, you can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been to the local vintage record store or any of the independent booksellers either in my town or in New York City. And by one hand I mean, of course, no hands.
When We Fell In Love – Joseph Rakowski
Everyone smokes a joint in college and watches Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas or at least they should have. Few go out and buy all the works of Hunter S. Thompson, smoke another joint, and learn how to write. I had always been a closet writer of poetry and short fiction, but I grew up under the tangential belief I was too cool for school, books, or anything literary. My mother would buy me baseball cards so I would read the back of them.
When We Fell In Love – Harrison Demchick
One of my earliest memories has me lying on the floor of the den, right below the TV, teaching my then best friend how to read Dr. Seuss’s Hop on Pop. I may have been three or four at the time—past the age of gleefully shouting out the letters of the alphabet while watching Sesame Street, but apparently also past the point of discovering how much fun lay in the words on a page.
When We Fell In Love – Antoine Wilson
The collision of these three books helped me make the leap from literary daydreaming to the conviction that I had to be a writer immediately. I’d already taken the MCAT, but I dropped my plans to apply to medical school. I started writing, or thinking about writing, every single day. It took me a long time to get my head screwed on straight, but I owe something of the past twenty years to the early lessons I absorbed from these three books.
Odds Against Tomorrow by Nathaniel Rich
When We Fell In Love – Helen Sedwick
When We Fell In Love – Helen Sedwick
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Our Frail Blood by Peter Nathaniel Malae