Imagine you are sixteen and you have been reading books for as long as you can remember. Reading stories. Words were magic. Sentences were magic weaved into spells. And what kept you spellbound were stories, for hours at end. Your father used to take you … Continue readingThe reader
It changed my life. (Now, how often does one get to use that sentence and have it be true?) I remember trying my best not to say goodbye. I have never lived abroad before. A trip down south to Singapore, a beach vacation in Phuket, … Continue readingMunich
Once upon a time… If I were Scheherazade and you, dear reader, were the great king Shahryār from whom I buy my life every day at dawn with every cliffhanger I spin, this would be my last story but one. I would tell my thousandth … Continue readingOnce upon a time…