Between the covers, a book can be a sin.
I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.
October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.
Once I learned to read, I could not imagine my life otherwise.
As I let go of the past, the past let go of me.
I followed her into the library. The pale light from our chamber below dissipated in the room, but I could still make out – my heart leapt at the sight – row after row, shelf above shelf, floor to ceiling, a city of books. Speck turned to me and asked, Now, what shall we read first?