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“Every Day by the Sun provides a beautiful rendition of a girl’s coming of age among an unusual family,” says bookseller Richard Howarth of Square Books in Oxford, MS, “and is highly entertaining and interesting, a must for Faulknerphiles, for Oxonians, and for readers everywhere who enjoy fine books.”
I have been told that there are only two kinds of stories: a person leaves home, and a stranger comes to town. But as any true book lover knows, this overlooks the “I was stuck in a dirty Parisian hostel, and this was the only thing between me and the bed bugs” story, the “I just re-discovered this, and it’s even better the second time” story, the “I’ll turn out the light after just one more page” story, the “I don’t ever want this to end” story. For an editor, there is also the “if I don’t work on this book, I will die” story, a particularly rare breed that, like many things, you only know when you see it.
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Read It Forward loves Erik Larson – his books, his blog, the way he lets us inside “the author’s lair,” his candid talk about where he gets ideas for his books. He wanders the library stacks, he reads newspaper obits, he visits museums when he’s on tour. “Mostly, though, I have no idea where my ideas come from,” he admits, “They rise to the surface over time like methane in a swamp, waiting to be ignited by some small spark.”
In times of upheaval and transition, our pets act as a reminder of normalcy, of comfort, and the certainty of a particular type of love that can get you through. Though my daughter Emily may be loathed to admit it, deep down she knows her father’s love for her remains no different from her beloved dog’s – unwavering and unconditional.
A wine-propelled conversation with a publishing industry friend recently dovetailed with a thread on Twitter to remind me that as much as talking about books I love, I’m always happy to talk about books I didn’t love. Books that enticed, then disappointed.