We like to think that we choose the books we read. That we pick them from bestseller lists or grab them off the shelf based on friend’s recommendations. But is that really so? I like to enter bookstores and glance at the bestsellers and new arrivals. I like also to look at the classics lining … Continue reading How Books Choose Us—Sometimes At Least
In case you are curious, this is where Vincent does most of his writing. And that fellow sitting in my chair is my personal assistant. He is more efficient than he seems.
Trampling through the snow, floating through the snowflake flurry, I made my way to the edge of the neighborhood where the houses ended and the woods began. It was late at night and all the windows slept. Step after step, I climbed the spiraling incline to the deserted train station. The broken plastic waiting-chairs shivered … Continue reading White Night