Eli the Good Reading

The discovery blogs are temporarily on hold while Silas is briefly out of the country.  In the meantime, a reading from ELI THE GOOD...(double click to watch full-screen)

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Anonymous said…
I will miss these blog entries. But thanks for the video to hold us over! :P
August 21, 2009 at 12:56 PM
Sarah said…
Looking forward to reading the new book!
August 21, 2009 at 2:03 PM
Laura DeVault said…
I loved this book. The only thing better than reading it would have been hearing you read the whole thing aloud.
October 17, 2009 at 11:01 AM
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