"Order some golf shoes," I whispered. "Otherwise, we'll never get out of this place alive..."

    A writing style that I admire very much. One that brings the author and reader directly into the fray. There is no distance nor restriction on what will be read. He was there. He was experiencing it firsthand. You are there with him. You are experiencing it firsthand.
    I want to be a writer. That much is known to those who keep my company. Though, I attempt to emulate writing styles so I can better understand how certain people write. One style I could never emulate, nor will attempt to, is that of Gonzo. Thompson was a brilliant, though depraved at times, man who created a new style of journalism and writing. It destroys the boundaries classic authors had. Not only can you feel the dust on your skin, but you can taste the rum and feel the bite of the sand fleas.
    My time has been spent reading as of late. Questioning authors and what brings people to their writing. Trying, in vain for the most part, to understand why these people wrote the way they did. How they wrote the way they did.
    Somehow I have developed my own writing style I am told. Not sure what that style could be, but it is a style I am fond of. Names are for the fickle few who do not take the time to understand a character. Those persons who read a book from cover to finish only to say they have read the book.

What did they gain from the book?

    As far as I am concerned, those persons who read to finish a book in place of enjoying a book are to be pitied. How can they desecrate and tarnish such a gift as the ability to read? Do they not wish to gain anything from those words authors spent hours writing on paper, and countless more time attempting to bring it to these people who destroy what is writing?

I pity you fair reader.
For you will never know what joy lies in words.