Books are kind of amazing. Correction: books are amazing, one kind of amazing, a kind that is slowly, surely, healing my soul. Ten weeks ago shit happened. Ten weeks ago, as the most lovely Salman Rushdie puts it, the excrement hit the ventilation system. And in the time since, it has been on books that I have relied, books which make getting up out of bed in the morning a more promising prospect. I’ve had some time on my hands,… Read more »