A few years ago I reviewed a collection of stories. I liked the book very much and didn't know or want anything from the author, the latter may be unusual. Another few years passed -- I was out of the small press world -- and I received another collection of stories from the same author. I wasn't going to review it, but was I going to read it?
Several times I had the book in my hand ready to recycle it, but I couldn't. But I hadn't read it either. Yesterday, I thought, why not read it, you did like the first book. I looked at the book more closely, as someone who might read it. For the first time I saw my previous review blurbed on the back of the current book. I could hardly understand what I'd written.
Monday, October 4, 2010
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