Co-writing with Myself by Laurel Snyder

Nerdy Book Club

When I was a kid, my parents had amazingly vast bookshelves, and when I got bored on rainy days, I’d sometimes pull a book off the shelf.  Often, I had absolutely no interest in what I found.  I distinctly remember NOT reading Anthony Powell’s A Dance to the Music of Time.

But now and then, I’d find a book with scribbles in it, a book my mom or dad had written all over, and that I loved, no matter how dull the book.  There was something magical about the old notes. I felt like I was traveling into the past, peering into the people my parents had been Once Upon a Time.  When they were young.

Of course, eventually I ran to my own bookshelves and began scribbling on the pages.  I wasn’t really sure what to write, but I wanted to leave a trace, a message to…

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