How Books Choose Us—Sometimes At Least

open book on table next to coffee cup and vase of flowers with a stack of books to the left, blurry and overexposed photo

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

My Study

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.

White Night

lamp post at night in winter landscape with foosteps in the snow and train tracks on the left and distant lights on the right

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