Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly. |
FRI: My Book World |Julia Alvarez, How the García Girls Lost Their Accents
TUES: A Writer's Wit | Karen Armstrong
WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Georgia O'Keeffe
THURS: A Writer's Wit | China Achebe