Meet David Raney
Published on Compose:
A woman once killed herself behind my house. I lived next to a church, and on sunny days I’d exercise my dog in the narrow field between, or sit against the warm bricks of the church and read. Cars rushed…
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Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore? —Henry Ward Beecher Whenever I run across one of those surveys detailing how little Americans read—and get past the irony that I might be the only person reading the survey—my first…
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