Reciprocal

My weekday ritual almost always starts with making a latte, showering, and then making my way down to the train to journey to San Francisco. Most days I use that time to quietly read or sit with my thoughts. And when I say read, I mean actual paper books — the kind that have defined edges, weight, and where you can visibly gauge when you might finish. I’ve tried eBooks several times and there’s just something about the experience that I find fundamentally off-putting. No comment about audio books. A few weeks back my to-read pile was in need of replenishment. This typically means a visit to our local library book sale and potentially selecting a few books from my wishlist. Unexpectedly, when those arrived a few days later there was an extra package. The box was properly addressed to me, but upon opening I discovered it contained a book Theo of Golden which I did not order, nor had I even heard of at the time — and no note, no packing slip, no inscription, nothing. I set the book aside…