The first book I ever purchased for myself was Alberto Fuguet's "The Movies of My Life." I was fifteen, it was in a Borders. This was before chain bookstores became dinosaur skeletons collecting the dust of stale croissants and half priced hardcovers, this was before I was allowed to buy books that had nothing to do with Jesus. I paid for the book in singles, slipped it under my jacket, and didn't dare read it until the cover of night promised my pastor father wouldn't find me awake in my bedroom, closet light on like a flashlight and me still nine years old.
The Books of My Life
The Books of My Life
The Books of My Life
The first book I ever purchased for myself was Alberto Fuguet's "The Movies of My Life." I was fifteen, it was in a Borders. This was before chain bookstores became dinosaur skeletons collecting the dust of stale croissants and half priced hardcovers, this was before I was allowed to buy books that had nothing to do with Jesus. I paid for the book in singles, slipped it under my jacket, and didn't dare read it until the cover of night promised my pastor father wouldn't find me awake in my bedroom, closet light on like a flashlight and me still nine years old.