Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering..

All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ….

To me, this is the singular privilege of reading literature: we are allowed to step into another's life..

What is literature, really? Boiled down to a single sentence, I'd say it's this: an endless conversation about what it means to be human. And to read….