This is the site I always use to find out if my favorite authors have new books out. You can use amazon too I guess or goodreads but I like how easy it is to navigate fantastic fiction. It won’t let me post the link I’ll have to type it out. Fantasticfiction dot com.
The saddest part when a writer dies is that he or she takes all future works along with them. I’m not really a Jane Austin fan, but Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets.
I love the imagery of “Mother to Son.”
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
One of the posters on my classroom wall was a photograph of a field of snow with the second verse of “Dreams.”
bigger Nate 10 months ago
But their words will never die
bluecat 10 months ago
Maybe they’ll find a lost manuscript…
Macushlalondra 10 months ago
This is the site I always use to find out if my favorite authors have new books out. You can use amazon too I guess or goodreads but I like how easy it is to navigate fantastic fiction. It won’t let me post the link I’ll have to type it out. Fantasticfiction dot com.
Carl Premium Member 10 months ago
I prefer dead authors, they don’t keep pumping out sequels.
The Orange Mailman 10 months ago
Score one for Tregg.
MJ Premium Member 10 months ago
It seems like I really HAVE been waiting for a new Steinbeck for a while, now.
ladykat 10 months ago
Yes, they are, as are a good many wonderful authors.
cuzinron47 10 months ago
Gee, you could have broke it to her a little more gently.
pamela welch Premium Member 10 months ago
Many of my favorites are gone now too Ruthie :-(
Sue Ellen 10 months ago
The saddest part when a writer dies is that he or she takes all future works along with them. I’m not really a Jane Austin fan, but Langston Hughes is one of my favorite poets.
I love the imagery of “Mother to Son.”
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
One of the posters on my classroom wall was a photograph of a field of snow with the second verse of “Dreams.”
hold fast to dreams
for when dreams go
life is a barren field
frozen in snow
—Langsdon Hughes