Breakfast Was Only Worth Having When Somebody

I Get Letters From Readers Who Say That They Have Always Hated Reading, But Somebody Suggested One Of My Books, They Actually Finished The Book And Enjoyed It, And They're Going On To Read Another Book. I'm Thrilled That They Have Figured Out That Reading Is Fun

But Sometimes, In Tight Corners, When Your Back Is Against The Wall And The World Is Against You, You Have To Fight Back In Unexpected Ways.

Guys With Nice Person Names Try To Be Sympathetic.

Stephen Had Just Come From A Class Discussion In Which Several Students Believed That The Right Cup Of Herbal Tea Would Save Them From Pain And Sorrow. Well Acquainted With Pain And Sorrow, Stephen Did Not Contribute To The Discussion. He Merely Crossed These Idiots Off His List Of Possible Friends.

I Wonder Why We Always Deny Love. I Remember In Middle School, If You Were Accused Of The Crime Of Loving, You Screamed Denials Constantly And Stopped Ever Even Looking At The Boy You Were Accused Of Liking. The Boys Could Destroy Each Other By Yodeling, "an-drew Lo-oves Jen-nie," And Both Andrew And Jennie Would Flinch And Blush. Love Is This Great Thing That Most Songs And Books And Poems And Lives Are All About. So The Minute We Actually Think There Might Be Love Around, We Start Laughing And Pretending And Hiding From It.