to-read
(84)
currently-reading (0)
read (177)
2025 (1)
2025-tbr (1)
5-stars (1)
adventure (1)
all-time-favorites (1)
book-challenge-2024 (1)
currently-reading (0)
read (177)
2025 (1)
2025-tbr (1)
5-stars (1)
adventure (1)
all-time-favorites (1)
book-challenge-2024 (1)
book-club
(1)
books-i-own (1)
bookshelf (1)
challenge-2024 (1)
contemporary (1)
crime (1)
drama (1)
favorites (1)
favs (1)
books-i-own (1)
bookshelf (1)
challenge-2024 (1)
contemporary (1)
crime (1)
drama (1)
favorites (1)
favs (1)
“. . . in the gates of eternity, the black hand and the white hold each other with an equal clasp.”
― Uncle Tom’s Cabin
― Uncle Tom’s Cabin
“People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.”
― Factotum
― Factotum
“I'm Losing Faith in My Favorite Country
Throughout my life, the United States has been my favorite country, save and except for Canada, where I was born, raised, educated, and still live for six months each year. As a child growing up in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada, I aggressively bought and saved baseball cards of American and National League players, spent hours watching snowy images of American baseball and football games on black and white television and longed for the day when I could travel to that great country. Every Saturday afternoon, me and the boys would pay twelve cents to go the show and watch U.S. made movies, and particularly, the Superman serial. Then I got my chance. My father, who worked for B.F. Goodrich, took my brother and me to watch the Cleveland Indians play baseball in the Mistake on the Lake in Cleveland. At last I had made it to the big time. I thought it was an amazing stadium and it was certainly not a mistake. Amazingly, the Americans thought we were Americans.
I loved the United States, and everything about the country: its people, its movies, its comic books, its sports, and a great deal more. The country was alive and growing. No, exploding. It was the golden age of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The American dream was alive and well, but demanded hard work, honesty, and frugality. Everyone understood that. Even the politicians.
Then everything changed.”
―
Throughout my life, the United States has been my favorite country, save and except for Canada, where I was born, raised, educated, and still live for six months each year. As a child growing up in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada, I aggressively bought and saved baseball cards of American and National League players, spent hours watching snowy images of American baseball and football games on black and white television and longed for the day when I could travel to that great country. Every Saturday afternoon, me and the boys would pay twelve cents to go the show and watch U.S. made movies, and particularly, the Superman serial. Then I got my chance. My father, who worked for B.F. Goodrich, took my brother and me to watch the Cleveland Indians play baseball in the Mistake on the Lake in Cleveland. At last I had made it to the big time. I thought it was an amazing stadium and it was certainly not a mistake. Amazingly, the Americans thought we were Americans.
I loved the United States, and everything about the country: its people, its movies, its comic books, its sports, and a great deal more. The country was alive and growing. No, exploding. It was the golden age of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The American dream was alive and well, but demanded hard work, honesty, and frugality. Everyone understood that. Even the politicians.
Then everything changed.”
―
“Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'
'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”
― A Game of Thrones
'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”
― A Game of Thrones
“He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, began to turn around and felt a sudden ice-cold furrow open up in his side. Strength drained from his legs, and a moment later he sank to his knees. There was warmth now that ran over the initial and persistent cold.
Mohammed was confused, and barely noticed the briefcase being removed from his grip. He heard the click of a cell phone opening, and a soft beeping as a number was dialed.
'The package is in my possession,' a female voice said, and the phone clicked shut.”
― The Zombie Room
Mohammed was confused, and barely noticed the briefcase being removed from his grip. He heard the click of a cell phone opening, and a soft beeping as a number was dialed.
'The package is in my possession,' a female voice said, and the phone clicked shut.”
― The Zombie Room
Williams’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Williams’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
Williams hasn't connected with his friends on Goodreads, yet.
Favorite Genres
Polls voted on by Williams
Lists liked by Williams













