The other night I had a dream about John Grisham. We were introduced, I shook his hand and proclaimed that I had never been interested in his books because he was too popular. But, recently, I had read my first one and I'm now hooked. "You're not a bad writer," I said. "That's so nice of you to say," he replied.
These books are like crack. Not that I've smoked crack. You know what I mean.
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