When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Lather III: The Sink Will Remember This

Mister loved his leather chair. Sink and walls knew they’d never amount in his mind, though they did try. He bounced his little son on that chair, knees like anything but trampolines to the naked eye. He sat and laughed for hours at the table, with his son, so sure so sure he knew his…