Dear Robert, It’s been a good long while, old friend! I’m writing to you now, curled up on the windowsill of my small bedroom off Lexington Avenue in New York City, while hoping to catch a glimpse of midnight snow. I don’t remember exactly how our correspondence last dropped off—most probably I fell into some deep dark well—and then life moved on. I do think of you more often than you’d expected me to, over the years. When I was struggling, I wished you had found peace; and as I was learning about myself and reconciling with the world, I had hoped you were on a similar path. I have so many curiosities about you: Are you still writing? Have you gotten the family for which you so craved? Did you end up learning Mandarin? But wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I’m comforted by my belief that you are as brilliant, compassionate, and authentic as you were when we got to know each other (virtually as children!) 10 years ago. How I’d love to catch up with you! My life has tak...
At first, I was clueless. But slowly, after reading more and more reviews on books, I started to see a dim light shining from afar. Due to my recently developed interest in Biographies, I first looked into the genre. I've always wanted to read Path to Power and Downing Street Years by Margaret Thatcher, the most powerful and tenacious female public figure in the 20 th century. But I soon came to realize that if I was aiming to find a book with eminent literary features; my chance would be better if I was looking at other genres, because the importance of autobiographies is in their accuracy instead of artistic writing and narration. And I’m not so keen on reading autobiographies of writers. Path to Power, a book I've always longed to read, but it's really difficult to find. Next, I turned to the classics. I'd fell in love with Shakespeare ever since I read Hamlet last fall. It was my first encounter with Shakespeare, and I was sw...
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