I mentioned in my last post that I've been (re)reading the Night Angel Trilogy. I'm on the last book now, about halfway through, and I've noticed something strange. The first time I read a good book, I'm pretty much consumed by it. I fall in, and I don't think about much else until I'm through. … Continue reading Imperfect.
About a month and a half ago, I made a resolution. I promised myself that I would read for pleasure at least one hour every day. I used to devour books by the stack. Even a couple of years ago, I was reading at least one every week. But lately, I've let life get in … Continue reading Reading Backward
Growing up, there was this corner I found. It was this empty space between my dresser and my desk. It wasn't a big space, but it was big enough that, if I was willing to fold myself up a bit, I could fit. There was even room enough for me to bring a couple small, … Continue reading Why I’m Here