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flax-golden tales: bridge use restricted
bridge use restricted We reach the bridge on the third day, in the late afternoon with the sun just starting to sag into the trees. We are tired and hungry, having eaten the last
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quick post with books & socks!
I am in NYC at the moment, but on Monday I spent the day being herded around eastern Massachusetts to sign stock at several different bookstores. So if you would like a signed paperback
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flax-golden tales: another place in another time
another place in another time I found the lamppost in the middle of the woods, half-hidden in branches and vines. I confess, the first thing I thought about was Narnia even though it was
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birthday!
Today is my birthday! I am thirty-four years old, which also means that this blog is four years old and flax-golden tales are three years old, and three is of course the magic number. My continued
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flax-golden tales: the bunny business
the bunny business We moved the table to the back of the store years ago but once in a while interested customers still come in and my dad points them toward the end of
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photographic evidence of aforementioned epic paperback book launch party
Thank you all for joining in the fantabulousness! Endless gratitude to everyone at Brookline Booksmith, especially the wonderful and dapper Evan, and everyone from the Huffington Post Books team, particularly the