I’m writing this smack-dab in the middle of a beautiful day that feels like spring. Under such sun and blue sky, it’s hard to feel fear. Yet in the middle of the night, when my home is surrounded by dark—not a streetlight to be had—it’s… Read More
The problem with books is that the excellent ones—the ones that offer worlds you want to remain in—pass quickly, while the not-so-good ones drag on. I’m currently reading a book I’m interested in, yet can easily put down to take up other tasks—which means it’s… Read More
Last weekend, my relationship with bookstores changed, and not for the better. For weeks, I’d been anticipating a visit to the city—meaning a visit to the bookstore—and compiling a list of the books I’d buy. The evening I arrived, I walked out of the bookstore… Read More
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