If I Thought Dreams Could Be Seen, They’d Surely Put My Head In a Guillotine

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If I Thought Dreams Could Be Seen, They’d Surely Put My Head In a Guillotine

Posted on June 24, 2009 by betsylerner

Just came from my thrice yearly dinner with my oldest publishing friends. Did I say dinner? I meant bloodletting. I’m talking about the kind of gossip that soothes the soul. We also talked about a few books: Man Gone Down, Olive Kittredge, Eat Pray Love (her ex-husband just sold his memoir — Starve Sin Hate), Eden’s Outcasts, Words In Air, The Looming Tower.