“You cannot pretend to read a book. Your eyes will give you away. So will your breathing. A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The house can catch alight and a reader deep in a book will not look up until the wallpaper is in flames.” Lloyd Jones
I have a fascination with fire and books are my obsession. When a house burns down a couple is torn apart. Why are the two connected in my head? And the pot calls the kettle black. And I’ve eaten more crow then I ever cared to taste. Maybe if we all join in on the murder we’ll find peace. My words weave a delicate lattice, but you can sneak up in the middle of the night. Just climb with a little bit of caution.