The Man Who Made A Lifetime Seem Like Less

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The world found out that earlier this week, novelist(among other things) Sidney Sheldon died. During the year I spent in homebound recovery, I devoured books. Everything from mysteries and suspense novels to travel and humor books. Sidney Sheldon was probably the author who wrote more of the books I read that year…that lifetime…than any other. I still refer to “The Doomsday Conspiracy” when discussing secret government stuff in discussions with friends. The cool thing about Sheldon (other than he’s one of the finest novelist of the 20th century) is that he never wrote a book until he was 50. I sincerely hope that when I hit the half century mark, I’m looking for new adventures and projects instead of the nearest rocking chair.

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