I Was An English Major In College,

I Was A Garbage Man In New Jersey In Summers During College At Yale. Everybody Else Got To Go To Switzerland And I Got To Go To The Dump.

Every Minute We Were Together, I Felt Like I Was Wandering In The Dark Through A Strange House, Groping For A Light Switch. And Then, Whenever I Found One And Turned It On, The Bulb Was Dead.

I Read 'the Great Gatsby' In High School And Was Hypnotized By The Beauty Of The Sentences And Moved By The Story About The Irrevocability Of Lost Love.

You Could Say That This Book Is Ripped From The Headlines, But That Wouldn't Be Fair. Bret Anthony Johnston's Riveting Novel Picks Up Where The Tabloids Leave Off, And Takes Us Places Even The Best Journalism Can't Go. Remember Me Like This Is A Wise, Moving, And Troubling Novel About Family And Identity, And A Clear-eyed Inventory Of Loss And Redemption.

Apparently Even The Most Awful Tragedies, And The People They'd Ruined, Got A Little Stale After A While.