Month: June 2024

“My name is Lester Burnham. This is my neighborhood. This is my street. This is my life. I’m 42 years old. In less than a year, I’ll be dead. Of course, I don’t know that yet. And in a way,

Browsing through Barnes and Nobles’ biography shelves over the holiday weekend, I was awed by the array of stories, that between each spine held a life, or at least part of it. We read these biographies and memoirs for a