I am not a fan of Billy Crystal. To stay on the fair side, I must say that I am not and have never been – even in the impressionable teenage years - a fan of any movie, pop, or any other type of star. But I am a huge fan of memoirs, and this... Continue Reading →
“Friends, Lovers and the Big Terrible Thing” by Matthew Perry
Reading this book was painful. I felt sad and angry. At some point, all the negativity so overwhelmed me that I almost decided not to finish. And it says something, for very seldom do I not finish my reads. The reason wasn’t that I condemn addiction and don’t believe that it is a disease. The... Continue Reading →