All night long, Elena tossed and turned on her thin mattress and listened to . . . the coughs, the laughs, the sobs, and the whispers of all these poor people who had the same hopes as they did.
(fiction)
I’d sip on my coffee while showing off my fishnet thigh-highs.
(nonfiction)
OK is two empty letters, trapped in a meaningless alphabet, created by those who had vision, who thought we could do better than we were doing.
(drama)
Reviewer Matt Meade writes, “These sixty or so mean little tales come across as dispatches from some strange world, as if Grimms’ fairy tales all took place in a moldy locker room.”
(review)
I don’t see what you could do, unless you want to pay for a hotel room.
Social distancing is a luxury only for the rich.
(nonfiction)
So they invoked God to bless their spreadsheet. Some said God said those words were His . . . And others said God never really said that.
(fiction)
The beauty of code is instant gratification: I implement a feature, I test the feature, I see it work or fail.
(nonfiction)
Although Donald Trump is never mentioned in his new book, “King of Confidence,” Miles Harvey admits the current president “hangs over every sentence in the book.” An interview by Donald G. Evans
“I loved this book immensely,” writes reviewer Alina Stefanescu. “I have nothing to compare it to outside that love.”
(review)
