Book Review – Prince Of Tides

It isn’t often that the two halves of my soul (the reader and the writer) agree on a book’s worth and find something different to admire in the process. Yet this is exactly what Pat Conroy accomplished with The Prince of Tides. I’ve seen the movie, it’s old, and it is one that has always stuck with me. To date I think it is one of the best performances I’ve ever seen by Nick Nolte. His chemistry with Barbara Streisand “Lowenstein” by the end, just gets ya. So here is what I loved as a reader: Conroy pulled me in immediately. Tom Continue Reading →

Self Professed Book Nerd

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I admit I own more books than I do shoes, clothes and animals, although there may be a healthy debate as to who owns whom on the latter. Books are not mere things. They are the dust collecting chasm of my soul, the pulp on which tree and author have given their lives. In them I live and breathe a different life, as many as I chose. I have always been a dreamer. Diversity thrives in every writer’s words, in sentences that lay them bare. Found in the oddest of characters, settings and plots are rare sparkling gems which gleam with words so clear one rereads them, momentarily pulled from that other world into the something greater which connects us all. Here where the author and universe bleed through even the most clichéd of books has something to tell.

Maybe this is why I write, to capture that feeling which a great book gives once it is read. Fingers caressing that last page, a tinge of remorse at the parting, knowing it is time to say goodbye yet satisfied at having met.