by Morgan on June 18, 2011
I meet David at the entrance to the La Brea Tar Pits on a beautiful Friday morning. April first. Sun’s shining, tar’s smelling like tar, and watching people scuttle around, I’m reminded, for the millionth time, how lovely it is (…)
Hello. My name is Morgan and I'm a reader living in Los Angeles. I do other things, too, but I don't like them as much.
morganmacgregor [at] gmail.com
UPDATE: Reading in LA is currently on hiatus as I'm taking a vacation from the Internet (with the exception of email). Email me for reading lists, recommendations, links to my long form book reviews, and all things literary. You can also find me at Literary Death Match.
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