I bought SECRET HISTORIES in hard cover many moons ago. The Man even signed it for me.
Then my world got stood on its head and spun around and I've been corny as Kansas in August, high as the flag on the 4th of July. If you'll excuse an expression I use, I'm in love with a wonderful guy! (Can you picture me spinning 'round my little apartment and singing at the top of my lungs, well, that's how it's been.)
All of this is to say that I'm a tad embarrassed to fess up that I began reading SECRET HISTORIES this morning. I'm halfway through and cannot put it down, as has been my experience with every book written by F. Paul Wilson. :adore:
Gee, but it's great to be back home. Home is where I wanna beeeeeee. (Yes, :yesnod: singing again.)
Reading is freedom.
The mind soars, no earthly cares,
no limitations.
A Maggers Haiku, 2005
Years ago my mother used to say to me... "In this world, Elwood, you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant."
Well, for years I was smart.
I recommend pleasant.
You may quote me.
Elwood P. Dowd