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A new book: The Dord, the Diglot, and an Avocado or Two
Every night, before I tuck my elementary-school-aged daughter to bed, I read stories to her. For her, storytime is sacrosanct: It's okay to skip dinner or brushing her teeth, or even sleep, but not storytime.
Some nights when we're running late, I tell her, "You have to get up early for your violin class. Let's leave it to tomorrow night."
"How about just a little bit?" she pleads.
Okay. I read, "Once upon a time..." and close the book. "There."
"No. How about five pages?" she proposes.
"How about one paragraph?" I ask. And so the negotiations begin.
Eventually a deal is struck and I agree to read two pages, but before I realize it, I've finished the whole chapter. The violin teacher can wait.
That's the charm of stories (from Latin historia: history). Even when we grow up, our fondness for them doesn't go away. And what if the stories are all true? Well, that's my upcoming book, published by the Penguin Group:
Pre-order it at Amazon.com Barnes & Noble, or your local bookstore
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I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
-Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)
Compared to the drama of words, Hamlet is a light farce.