In which I review a book and reflect on that wonderful period of childhood that spans “middle school.”
I which I write a very short hypothetical speech, and make it about Old Testament prophesy.
In which I review a book that is relentlessly bleak, and conclude that it is almost true but not quite.
In which I unite impossibility and Lewis Carroll and Easter, just because I can.
In which I imagine a message written to people in the future, reminding them not to forget our past.
A short story in which everything goes wrong for a lady called Cathy.
In which I write about Elizabeth II, by the grace of God, Queen and Defender of the Faith.
In which I dream about owning and running a shop that sells works of literature and hot beverages.
In which I make a list of strange things that I do, and start that list from 0.
In which I recall how I was forced to face up to my fear of the dark.