I've received a dozen or more email from fans in the last few days with a common thread: Superstorm Sandy, by necessity, had provided them with an opportunity to read. With no power and nowhere to go, they read my novel by daylight, by candlelight, or, in at least one case, by flashlight. Then there was a woman out West who wrote that she was so weary of the election that she decided to turn off the TV and read my novel instead. These readers were, in a word, happy. They'd been re-introduced to the simple, quiet, joy of reading. When it comes to escaping the burdens of the world, there's still nothing like a book.
One Author's Life (Opinion)
November 7, 2012