Ask any fervent reader and they’ll tell you that they have a treasured few books they read over and over again. Know you’re going to be stuck on a train or a coach? Want to fill a few minutes with the familiar delights of a well-loved tale? Or maybe you like to check in with …
Tag: Staten Island
one August night
I was sat at home yesterday, staring into space as Anne waited for me to tune back into the present. She knows me well enough now that these internal jaunts no longer merit comment. I’d like to say that I was working on a short story or one of the two novels I’m developing; but …