One autumn when my sister was visiting me from Colorado, a writer and avid reader herself, we went to McNally Jackson to see our favorite shared writer, Colum McCann. Bedecked in his signature loosely-wound scarf, McCann began to speak as a few dozen people gathered in the basement amongst wooden bookshelves and the sweet smell of paper and espresso. It was a special and memorable evening to me, simply because I was in the presence of a person who had touched my life without even knowing it, as many authors do.
Trust me, friends, read this book if you want to write.
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