Bridgeport, suburb of Chicago, seventeen years ago August Last night Katie had gone through her usual routine of sitting on the edge of the tub to read so she wouldn’t wake her sister, then crawling into her sleeping bag on the floor in the front room and readying […]
Falling in love wasn’t a choice. Staying in love is.
Part of my job is to return unsold books to a distributor, and one of my favorite parts of this task–for more than one reason–used to be stripping the covers off the paperbacks that have the little “s” in a triangle near the barcode. That symbol means the book is […]