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The real importance of reading.

Books

This pile of books sits right by my bedside. I look at them each night before going to sleep, eagerly anticipating the experience of discovering the stories and characters therein.

I got all of these books as Christmas gifts, giving me an exciting reading list for 2013. Most have been adapted into films, only two of which I have seen. “The book is always better than the movie,” most people say, so I look forward to following up with the films afterward and making my own assessment. Read the rest of this entry »

Amazing books that are difficult to read.

“Have you ever read [title]?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Whaaaat?! You HAVE to read it, it will change your life!”

Ever found yourself in this exchange and then, following the recommender’s advice, struggled to read through said book? I sure have. Read the rest of this entry »

Christmas shopping? Think of me.

Time for my first shameless plug of the Christmas season:

BookHave any book junkies in your life? Consider giving them a copy of my five-star rated novel Eastbound SailingIntroduce them to Aiden Lawrence. They may like him. They may hate him. Whatever they feel, they will feel something.

Included it in your shopping cart and receive free shipping on orders over $25. Read the rest of this entry »

The final word[s].

Just a warning: This blog may contain some spoilers. And I’m okay with that. 🙂

Today marked a slightly significant milestone in my book process as I finally transfered all of the content into the formatted document – clocking in at 207 pages! The next step will be uploading the document to CreateSpace along with the cover, ordering a proof and doing a final uber-intense copy edit. #boom.

However, I’m not here to talk about my book. Read the rest of this entry »

“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing.”

I saw the cutest thing today, but I’ll get to that later.

My wife and I had just cleared security on our way back home from vacationing, bought dinner at the airport food court and found a seat outside our gate. I was tired. Sweaty. Hungry. Ready to be home.

An older man and his wife sat down next to us, asking is an array of questions: Do we fly regularly? Where do we live? What do we do for a living? How do we find affordable tickets with Westjet?

I hate small talk. Read the rest of this entry »