After enjoying a delicious Italian dinner and productive meeting at Bar Rizzi's in Crabtree, Pa., I walked across the street to Rizzo's Malabar Inn and left "The Man Who Liked Slow Tomatoes," by K. C. Constantine, on the ledge of the chalkboard outside their entrance.
This blog follows my adventures in BookCrossing--the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be picked up and read by others, who then do likewise. It is a fascinating exercise in fate, karma, or whatever you want to call the chain of events that can occur between two or more lives and one piece of literature.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
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