Teddy Jones

There’s nothing that makes a writer happier than meeting a reader. Here’s a reader I met who now lives at our house. His name is Alistair Bookbinder. It’s clear to see he’s a reader—he wears those glasses and has that serious look about him that hides a devastating sense of humor. Now that he’s here, I told him to choose anything on any shelf and read all he wants. Yes, I had hoped he might select