I recently finished reading John Berendt's travelogue/true crime novel, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. I LOVED it! Actually, maybe I should steal from Woody Allen and say that "Love is too weak a word for what I feel." I luuurved it. I loaved it. I luffed it. As a native Texan, I… Continue reading “He shot the best piece of ass in Savannah.”
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“My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.” -Tracy Letts (August: Osage County)
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