Heavy little bastards
A love letter to books.
Nov 3 · 4 min read

It was a dark and stormy night. No, really, it was. It was August 1, 2019, around 9pm. Erin and I had already been slowly acclimating to the humidity in our cross-country road trip, and tonight was the pinnacle of that miserable feeling. New York is muggy in summer, and the rain does not help. While we had arrived around one in the afternoon with a minivan full of our lives and two…

