There Is No Lake At Camp Green

There Was Something Special About Being In A Strange Place, All Alone In A Mass Of People Even If You Had Just Screwed Up Your Life, Or Perhaps Especially If You Had Just Screwed Up Your Life.

I Remember My Fourth Grade Teacher Reading 'charlotte's Web' And 'stuart Little' To Us - Both, Of Course, By E. B. White. His Stories Were Genuinely Funny, Thought Provoking And Full Of Irony And Charm. He Didn't Condescend To His Readers, Which Was Why I Liked His Books, And Why I Wasn't A Big Reader Of Other Children's' Books.

Well, Let Me Tell You Something, Caveman. You Are Here On Account Of One Person. If It Wasn't For That Person, You Wouldn't Be Here Digging Holes In The Hot Sun. You Know Who That Person Is?" "my No-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

I Jog In The Morning And Then Write For About Two Hours. There Are Times When I'm Really Excited And Can't Wait To Get Back To It. But There Are Days When I Don't Know What's Coming Next, And I Really Have To Force It.

I Want Kids To Think That Reading Can Be Just As Much Fun And More So Than Tv Or Video Games Or Whatever Else They Do. I Think Any Other Kind Of Message Or Morals That I Might Teach Is Secondary To First Just Enjoying A Book.