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On the bookshelf
The Problem of Pain
by CS Lewis
Rendezvous in Black
by Cornell Woolrich
an old Perry Mason novel picked up at a used bookstore
Character and Viewpoint
by Orson Scott Card
Crisis and Leviathan
Falls the Shadow
by William Lashner
The Time Traveler's Wife
by some woman
Salem's Lot
by Stephen King
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
by you know who
Miles Gone By
by William F. Buckley
Creators
by Paul Johnson
A book about the University of Michigan affirmative action cases
The Fifties
by David Halberstam
Three Novels
by Mary Westmacott
Heroes of History
by Will Durant
Samantha's blogroll
Ephemera Now
Objectionable Content
Marginal Revolution
God of the Machine
The Chieftain of Seir
Sand in the Gears
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
someday I am going to start a story "the men who tied John Taylor to a tree for 36 hours were not bad men . . . "
That is all.
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