So I've just ordered a book that's freshly available, and honestly eagerly awaited. It's the memoir of a gentleman name of
Brandon R. Schrand , an old friend from Soda Springs, Idaho - he's a year older than I and we found our social circles overlapping a time or two back in the day. Notably, we were cohorts in the gang of miscreants that put a bathtub on the roof of the school and a toilet in the middle of the main highway in town, one Homecoming. And somewhere in a box at mom and dad's, I have an old demo tape from a garage band called Black Diamond, hometown rockstars of which he was one.
I know I'm gonna enjoy it, and there are two reasons for that.
First of all, Brandon is a phenomenal writer; I've held on to a piece he wrote in the USU Alumni Magazine a number of years ago that spoke to me, as well as an essay he wrote on Western values some time after that...And I'm delighted to now have, on the way, a whole book of his work. I find his writing refreshingly honest, incredibly descriptive, and insightful while still good-old-boy humble.
Second of all, I've read the excerpt
(and you can too) and already it's made me nostalgic for home and the good old days, because I know the people and places and cars he talks about. And I imagine I'll learn a lot I didn't know about him, as well as a good amount about myself, through reading his memoir.
It's
on sale at Amazon right now. Order a copy, will ya? It's not often, if ever, that I recommend a book before I've even read it myself. I'm that confident of his writing.
So I've just ordered a book that's freshly available, and honestly eagerly awaited. It's the memoir of a gentleman name of Brandon R. Schrand , an old friend from Soda Springs, Idaho - he's a year older than I and we found our social circles overlapping a time or two back in the day. Notably, we were cohorts in the gang of miscreants that put a bathtub on the roof of the school and a toilet in the middle of the main highway in town, one Homecoming. And somewhere in a box at mom and dad's, I have an old demo tape from a garage band called Black Diamond, hometown rockstars of which he was one.
I know I'm gonna enjoy it, and there are two reasons for that.
First of all, Brandon is a phenomenal writer; I've held on to a piece he wrote in the USU Alumni Magazine a number of years ago that spoke to me, as well as an essay he wrote on Western values some time after that...And I'm delighted to now have, on the way, a whole book of his work. I find his writing refreshingly honest, incredibly descriptive, and insightful while still good-old-boy humble.
Second of all, I've read the excerpt (and you can too) and already it's made me nostalgic for home and the good old days, because I know the people and places and cars he talks about. And I imagine I'll learn a lot I didn't know about him, as well as a good amount about myself, through reading his memoir.
It's on sale at Amazon right now. Order a copy, will ya? It's not often, if ever, that I recommend a book before I've even read it myself. I'm that confident of his writing.