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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
I think he’s a guy that writes really cool and imaginative comic books and graphic novels and just happens to write delightful novels on the side, while boot thinks he’s an author who dabbles in graphic novels on the side - it’s quite possible he’s both but why let the truth get in the way of a fun and silly debate?
Having found a previously unknown secondhand book by one of her favoured, but now deceased, authors, Rosa read so voraciously for the next two days that people would bump into her book-wielding form as she walked waveringly down the street.
The author would like you to please buy this book at retail price; but at the very least, he would appreciate it if you would rescue it from the bargain bin whenever possible.
A book, when published, is a finished work that should and must speak for itself out in the world; to see the touring author chase along behind it, gossipping to the readers about a venerable old character who deserves to rest in peace, is momentarily salacious but utterly tacky.
Some books get so far inside your head that, for a little while, you can only see the world through the author’s eyes.
I’m beginning to identify with the author who said she decided to write ner novel because she couldn’t find a book she wanted to read.
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