The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World is now officially on my editor's desk. I can't wait to inflict it on you all later this year. This novel has something for everyone: romance, intrigue, sex, espionage, antiques, acid washed jeans, hot rods, Yugos, conjoined twins, gay lovers living under the oppressive yoke of … Continue reading An update on The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World
I am a shepherd by trade
I wrote my first book as an attempt to make money. It was nothing more than a cash grab. The people were hungry and wanted to know about the sexual misadventures of librarians. Also their hygiene practices. So I gave them what they wanted, and I’ll tell you, it was not without its rewards. I … Continue reading I am a shepherd by trade
“You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.
A random memory of Apollo crosses my mind, and I sigh with regret. Wasserman looks up from his book, and I quiet down. I was sitting at the kitchen table in my parents’ house when I became aware of Apollo’s presence behind me. “What’s up,” I asked, not looking up from my book. He began … Continue reading “You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.
Anti-Vaxxers and How We Got Here
Fascinating that Americans are so divided and alienated, that it isn't that we won't or don't talk to each other; it is that we simply CAN'T. For instance, I saw a commercial that was stark black and white depicting nurses and doctors saying, "You trust us with your health decisions, now trust us with the … Continue reading Anti-Vaxxers and How We Got Here
What kind of librarian can’t organize things?
In Paris we have time to deplane and walk around to stretch our legs. I get two cups of coffee and croissants, and start to rejoin Katie, when I see that Wasserman has found her. He‘s carrying a light carry-on and looks even older than I remembered. They seem natural enough together. Maybe it won't … Continue reading What kind of librarian can’t organize things?
Author Mark Miller 