Many years ago, while my father was still alive, I found this book on his shelf. My father was a writer. Made a career of it. Made good money. He also discouraged me from entering his field.
When I was thinking about starting a blog, I thought I might do occasional reviews of books and movies. After I started blogging, I realized that enough people were already reviewing books and movies, and many of them were very good at it. I also realized that my opinions were far too Siskel and not…
All the best books have a little heartbreak in them, I think. My favorites do, anyway. And Einstein’s Dreams is one of them.
