Reading is a kind of death. One exits one’s life, is gone from the world. If my telephone rings, if my beloved calls out my name, I am no longer here. I don’t exist. Dead to the world. And reading erases the world.
On reading in general, and on reading Johanna Adorján’s An Exclusive Love in particular.
A fascinating look at book covers before and after, from initial concept to final design.
On accidental fan fiction: how does a writer avoid imitating their favourite author/s?