Beginning
I have a love affair with my books. I like how they look. I like how they feel. I like the weight of them in my hands, but more than that I like where they take me: Inside peoples minds, real or imagined, out to sea, and into the deeper parts of space. Sometimes a book will take you into two characters’ bedroom and make you uncomfortable, like you were let in on a secret that was only meant for them, while others will make you want to know what happened to the kid stuck in a boat with a tiger.
So, I'm sharing what I love with you. I love words. But more than that, I love people. Words are so powerful that they can alter the way people live life, change the way they view God, inspire reconciliation, or spark destruction. They make us fall in love with some people and fall out of love with others. Books are filled with words. They stand in contrast to the void of life—the blankness, the banal.
I smoke. I know it's bad for me, you don't have to remind me. But it's something I still enjoy.
I tell you I smoke because it’s how I will rate these books I'm reviewing. If a book is particularly good or particularly bad it will demand a certain amount of cigs. Sometimes a book is so quick and perfect that one long cigarette is all you will need after finishing it. Sometimes you need a whole pack just to get through.
I have always had a reading spot in whatever house or apartment I've lived in. This reading spot is where I light up a cigarette or pour myself a glass of whiskey and mull over the words that just passed through me. I hope you find a spot like mine; a place where you can enjoy stories. It's one of my favorite things, and I hope it becomes one of yours.
