For years I wanted an ebook library that felt fast, clean, and personal — so I built one myself. Rogue’s Ebook Library is the result of countless hours of coding, experimentation, and determination. I built this system because I couldn’t find a library platform that felt right — so I created my own. It became one of the most challenging and rewarding projects of my entire computing journey.

Much of the inspiration comes from the original © FlatPress Blog, created by Edoardo Vacchi (NoWhereMan) and now maintained by Arvid Zimmermann. While FlatPress is a flat‑file system, my home‑grown system uses a MySQL database powered by PDO and Bootstrap 5, expanding its flexibility, structure, and performance for managing ebooks, metadata, and catalog features.

A special thanks goes to my friend and colleague Fred Bonani, whose insight, guidance, and commitment to clean coding practices were invaluable throughout this project.

This library exists because I believe in freedom — freedom of coding, freedom of creativity, and the freedom to explore stories and knowledge. The goal is to provide a clean, organized, and enjoyable place to browse and read our ebooks online or by downloading them for offline reading.

A completely free ebook reader called 'Cool Reader' is provided for you to download and use for offline reading of the ebooks. Link at the bottom of the index page.

My background began in advanced electronics in the U.S. Army, which eventually led to a career in computer technology. My first computer was an 8‑bit Commodore 64, where I learned BASIC programming. Those early lessons grew into PHP, MySQL, Bootstrap, and a lifelong passion for building things from scratch. The learning never stops — and you’re never too old to learn something new.

This space is built for readers, creators, and anyone who enjoys well‑crafted digital tools. I hope you find it useful, intuitive, and enjoyable. If you enjoy ebooks, clean interfaces, or hand‑built software, you’ll feel right at home.

Explore our library here: https://ebooks.trans-galactic.com

Cats are strange, noble creatures, each with their own quirks and quiet philosophies. Our household is ruled by a very large yellow‑striped gentleman named Garfield — eighteen pounds of muscle, curiosity, and stubborn independence. I’ve been slowly trying to leash‑train him, and let me tell you, “slowly” is doing a lot of work in that sentence. Still, every morning around 7 a.m., he and I head outside for thirty to forty‑five minutes so he can explore, stretch, and — when the sun cooperates — soak up a little natural vitamin D. It’s good for him, and honestly, good for me too.

Picture this: a warm, slightly misty sixty‑five‑degree morning. Garfield leads the way with the confidence of a cat who believes the world was built for him. Birds chatter overhead, squirrels chase each other in dizzying spirals up and down the trees, and rabbits dart through the yard like tiny, furry shadows. It’s an animated little ecosystem, lively yet calming. The only real challenge is Garfield’s lifelong belief that every critter is a potential snack. Breaking that habit has been… well, let’s just say it’s a work in progress. He was an outdoor cat once, free to do as he pleased, and old instincts die hard.

Around the house are pockets of thick foliage — places I simply can’t fit through. Garfield, however, slips into them like smoke. So I drop his leash, let him pass through on his own, walk around, and pick it up again on the other side. It’s become part of our morning choreography. Other times he stretches out on his belly, perfectly still, watching the world with that intense feline focus. We also have a few old railroad timbers scattered around the yard, remnants from long before we bought the house. They once marked planting beds; now they serve as Garfield’s personal scratching posts, and he treats them with ceremonial reverence.

Another lesson I’m trying to teach him is boundaries — the road in front of the house, the one along the side, and the alley behind us. He’s slowly learning that when I say “no,” I mean it. My late wife taught me something years ago: try to project your thoughts toward the animal. Whether it truly works is hard to say, but I believe it helps. Training a cat requires patience, consistency, and a sense of humor. Thankfully, I seem to be making progress.

The yard offers its own quiet wonders. Bees drift from wildflower to wildflower, landing on tall, slender stalks that bow under their weight. Just before the stalk touches the ground, the bee lifts off again — a tiny, graceful dance repeated all over the yard. Spiders tend their webs, catching breakfast with an efficiency that’s oddly mesmerizing. Garfield ignores the bees and spiders entirely; they’re beneath his notice.

And so this is how I spend the first part of my mornings — walking, watching, and sharing a small ritual with a cat who has become part of the rhythm of my life. It’s relaxing, grounding, and oddly entertaining. If you’ve ever loved a cat, you probably understand. They’re not just pets; they’re family. They depend on us, challenge us, comfort us, and somehow make the world feel a little more alive. Garfield certainly does.