Bookshelf
According to Kafka, “a book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.” For me, entering the terrain of a new book is like walking into a wild landscape. Just like the natural world, a good book will accept you as you are. A good book is prepared to receive you in any state of being; eager to reveal its splendors.
I have a reckless habit of buying people books. In fact, I would love to have a second career as a Book Matchmaker™ (can we make this a thing?). My book-buying habit tends to emerge in conversations with dear ones. I realize that a particular book (or story, article, poem) needs to belong to a particular friend, and suddenly I’ve pulled up Bookshop.org on my phone and am ordering with a vengeance.
All this is to say: I’m glad you’re here, and one day I hope to non-consensually buy you books, too. In the interim, below are some of the books that have sculpted the contours of my mind and soul. I hope they open the same corridors in you that they did in me.
