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A Father Reads His Daughter A Bedtime Story

Annoying and Cute

They Moved to France

Excuse Me, May I See Your Invitation?

'big Book Of Parent-child Fights'

New Yorker December 16th, 1974

Lose the cat

Let Me Refresh Your Memory. It Was The Night

How's Your Book Coming?

The Secret Shame Of Paris

Holy Cow! What Kind Of Crazy People Used To Live

How To

I've Got An Idea For A Story: Gus And Ethel Live

A Bearded Wise Man Looks Over A Book

Man reads by the light of fireflies.

One More Book

The Man Who Knew Enough

Yes, But What I Really Want To Do Is Write

'books On Paper'

Well, Instead Of Discussing The Book

I Brought A Book

I Tell You, The Book Has Everything - Sex

It's About Sex And Revenge

Nonexistent Books

A Man In A Suit Reads A Book With The Title:

A Secretary Informs An Editor

Two People Are Seen Walking Down The Street

Five Cowboys Sit Around A Campfire. Each Cowboy

Hype

Hey Kids

A Suited Man Behind A Desk Addresses A Writer

New Yorker October 15th, 1990

New Yorker March 23rd, 1998

A Farmer And His Daughter Look At Cornstalks Who

Just Can't Put It Down

Lost In a Book

New Yorker July 4th, 1983

Edgar Allan Poe Returns A Christmas Gift

New Yorker July 26th, 1976

Three Books Are Seen Which Are Hybrids Of Classic

I Found Your Book 'canoeing The Small Puddles

Captionless A Library Book Shelf Is Divided

Youve Got About Four Books In You

Say, How About A Book By Koch, O'connor, And Bob

Yesterday A Comprehensive Guide

A Man At A Bookstore Stands Near Three Shelves:

New Yorker December 22nd, 1997

Forceful, Yes! But Not Lucid, As The 'times'

It Would Be Cool To Have Your Own Tower Where

How She Got That Way

New Yorker November 8th, 1982

'loving Each Other.'

Then He Reconsidered

Bedtime Rituals

I've Found A Perfect Case In Point. Trouble

Just Think! Every Book That's Ever Been Published

From That Day Forward

Become a Movie in Five Years

The Only Book

Dick Trumpy

Six Basic Plots

Full-Time Job And Writing A Book

Good Boy

Laptop at the Beach

What I Saw

Just Send It Back

I Have A Small Confession To Make - Some

I Can't Find The Mustard

Everything Else I Should Be Doing

We Have To Move Every Time

New Yorker June 9th, 1962

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