Stephen Had Just Come From A Class

I Get Letters From Readers Who Say That They Have Always Hated Reading, But Somebody Suggested One Of My Books, They Actually Finished The Book And Enjoyed It, And They're Going On To Read Another Book. I'm Thrilled That They Have Figured Out That Reading Is Fun

I Wonder Why We Always Deny Love. I Remember In Middle School, If You Were Accused Of The Crime Of Loving, You Screamed Denials Constantly And Stopped Ever Even Looking At The Boy You Were Accused Of Liking. The Boys Could Destroy Each Other By Yodeling, "an-drew Lo-oves Jen-nie," And Both Andrew And Jennie Would Flinch And Blush. Love Is This Great Thing That Most Songs And Books And Poems And Lives Are All About. So The Minute We Actually Think There Might Be Love Around, We Start Laughing And Pretending And Hiding From It.

I Approach Serious Subjects, And I Like To Have The Good Guys Win And Have The Parents Among The Good Guys

Lying On The Front Passenger Seat, As If It Didn't Matter, Was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

What More Can Life Hold, Than To Know That Because Of Your Story, Somebody Out There Has Decided To Read Again!