He wrote thick novels, and read them too.
A Guide to Methodically Churn out Intimidating,
Long-Winded Novels.
As a kid, I always had a fascination for reading. Somehow, someway that got lost in the shuffle to popularity, basketball, and girls. My mom didn’t help either; I’d always find her taciturn in a corner of the house, voraciously starting and ending Sidney Sheldon novels in one sitting.
But my Mom came up at a different time. Radio, not TV, was the main medium, and it’s possible to satiate your ears to …
