No, no, no..........I was not offended at all by your post. It when you express something in a nice way & someone doesn’t respond that it seems really rude.
Also, you cleared up the F——ing Flowers thing & now I am laughing & feel stupid! Now I have more books to put on my list.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
God, good parents and teachers, and a lot of practice blessed me with the ability to read quickly and a burning desire to read.
I go through three or four books a week.
I read a lot of nonfiction as well as fiction and I don't mean to be presumptuous, but if gave me an idea of some authors you enjoy, or genres, I may have some suggestions.
I love the feel of real books (as Mrs. Scoutmaster would say, "unfortunately," as she counts the number of bookshelves and bankers' boxes in the basement), and I'll reread a good book. I had to live out of two five days a week for a client one, for an extended period. The small town had only a Books-a-Million. I'd drive in on Sunday afternoon and buy my books for the week. At the end of that first year, I was surprised to receive a personal letter from the President of Books-a-Million, telling me I was a Gold Millionaire's Club member - one of the 100 individuals who bought the most books from BAM during the year.
Not only did I receive a fancy card, but I received something like an additional 20% off all books in the store (above and beyond the best-seller rates, and the 10% for being a BAM member, and the President's pick discounts), and a free pound of Joe Muggs coffee each month. And whenever I checked out of a BAM store, my card would register an alert. The cashier would genuflect, the manager would be called . . . I'd be asked if I wanted a pastry, staff members would come to say hello . . . I'd be given free copies of remaindered books and we'd all have a Gold Millionaire's party.
Unfortunately, that only lasted for a year. But I'm still in the computer as a former member. I rarely to to a BAM (they're in small towns), but if I do, the manager is still alerted the moment I give them my name and phone number to receive my regular discount. I'm . . . BAM royalty.