Tom’s father was ill. Every Monday, Tom visited his father in the city, and each time the old man opened the creaking door, and smiling, welcomed him in. Today Tom brought his father a large gift. He knocked at the door, but his father did not answer. Tom's heart sank.
I suppose I am a book snob. Not a big one though. I never criticize other people’s reading taste, but I am apt to look down on notoriously popular books before actually reading them. In other words, when seen in profile, the tip of my nose points a little up, to Shakespeare in the heavens. … Continue reading Are You a Book Snob?
One balmy summer night, Anna dreamed she was Vincent, her doppelgänger. He was just like her: he wrote, he read, he wore a hat. Anna woke up startled. She no longer knew whether she was Anna who had dreamed she was Vincent, or Vincent who was dreaming he was Anna.
boy with a hat 