To my handsome, vivacious, and - above all - faithful readers,
We've walked through the fire together here at TBWCYL, and during its regal 2-month tenure, you've doubtless found yourselves healthier, wealthier, stealthier and no less than 2x more attractive than you've ever been before. It will satisfy you to hear that after 60-days of atrophy and one night of sleepy retooling, this blog will resume changing your life. In the coming months, I hope to enable all of my readers to leap on top of one-story buildings.
My new format is inspired by the 50-some books and plays I've collected over the years and have either never read (Papillon, Live from New York, Leaves of Grass), have started reading and abandoned (Purple Hibiscus, Catcher in the Rye, Cures), or am currently reading (Mountains Beyond Mountains, Kill Your Idols, The People's History of the United States [oof]). As I bushwhack through these volumes on my bookshelf (also including Bob Dylan's Chronicles, the Truth that Leads to Eternal Life, and the Complete Works of Shakespeare) I will regale you with quotes, criticisms, Earth-shattering insight and deep emotional responses, all the while grappling with my own insecurity as I struggle to get my book of dirty crosswords and my Holocaust "memoir" published.
It'll be like Bridget Jones' Diary meets the New York Times Review of Books.
So don your waders and trudge with me through my swamp library. What do you have to lose (other than time wasted reading yet another potentially-worthless blog)?
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