On the Purpose of Writing Books or Why I Write

Messy musings on the magic of books and how they’re (unfortunately) tied to capitalism Books mean everything to me. And no, this is not hyperbole. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t reading, when I didn’t have piles of library books waiting to be read at home, tucked on the bottom shelf of myContinue reading “On the Purpose of Writing Books or Why I Write”