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Almost more than eating, I love to read.

As a child, I devoured books by the shelves.  Naturally, I waded through a heavy load of classics, supplemented by required reading in school. But I also doted on children’s fantasies and historical novels, political thrillers and mysteries designer sunglasses sale.

I fell hard and fast for Shakespeare early on. My awe only grows with each return.

I was seduced by Jane and repelled by F. Scott.  I grew fat on Forster and trimmed down with Hemingway .

Faulkner, Vonnegut, and Dostoevsky – these three heavyweights carried me through college, austere mentors in manhood and more.

Then it was on to screenplays and stage scripts, which taught me the magic of dialogue, and revealed the skeletons of storytelling.

I read the Bible four times, cover to cover, and many more times in mosaic since.  I suppose I should read the Quran at some point too.

After college, fiction waned as non-fiction waxed.  I discovered biographies and autobiographies.  They taught me to admire, to fear, to aspire, to dream.  Subjects ugly and fair, they fascinated me with equal weight.

And then food writing arrived on my nightstand.  And it overwhelmed me.  It still does. You should see the stack alexander hera.