A classic tale of Gothic horror that–surprisingly (at least, to those of us who grew up with the big green, grunting guy with metal bolts sticking out of his neck)–has a lot of heart at its core.
It’s a bit more complicated than simply being frustrated by an interruption. So many times in my life, this has happened to me: I’m in bed, or on the couch, or in my comfy chair, or lying in a sunbeam; my reading glasses are on, and I have a book open in my lap. And,…
Once upon a time, I received a unique request at the bookstore. A couple came in and asked us at the front if we could point them toward the worst book we had. Not the best book; not our recommendation for a six-year-old boy who loves sports but is also frightened of any sized ball…
