The novel is dead. The book now dwells in a deep grave, covered by the dirt thrown on it by the Facebook app on your smartphone, by that Snapchat message you just got and by that 17-hour Netflix binge. Right?
Because for some of us… the book is the pinnacle of it all.
Here’s a quote from Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird, which I just started this afternoon and already has me wishing I’d read it sooner.
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