A Book Is Completed Only When It

Whenever Summer Rolls Around I Begin To Realize That I'm A Complete And Utter Book Snob. In Relation To Reading, I Have Absolutely No Guilty Pleasures At All. No Graphic Novels. No Murder Mysteries. My Summer Read Is Really No Different From My Winter Read. I Know Many Bookshops And Magazines Would Have Me Believe That Our Summer Forays Are Different, But Literature Is Literature, And Unfortunately Snobbery Is Snobbery.

I Sit There Thinking About How Much Courage It Takes To Live An Ordinary Life.

We Have To Admire The World For Not Ending On Us.

Cynicism Is Easy. An Optimist Is A Braver Cynic.

I Have Different Books For Different Times Of The Day, Let Alone Different Seasons Of The Year!