At last night's writer's workshop, I read a short piece about finding Night by Elie Wiesel in a second-hand bookshop and how I was unable to leave it there.
If there were 3, 5, 12, or 100 copies, I said, I would buy them and give them to people. I would not be able to leave them to rot in the shop.
But I didn't think I would have to start with my friends around the table.
There were 7 writers, including myself, attending. None of the other writers had read the book. One said he had heard of it, but had never read it. Others were noncommittal.
One had never heard of the book.
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