George was my movie star mother’s big, handsome, silver-haired husband. I was a mousy little bookworm. But he preferred to have me instead of glamorous mom on the leather couch of his private office…

"beating our tiny fists on the big hairy chest of corporatized literature"
George was my movie star mother’s big, handsome, silver-haired husband. I was a mousy little bookworm. But he preferred to have me instead of glamorous mom on the leather couch of his private office…