So I'm at my friend's book launch eating a second piece of honey cake, listening to a man read a bookish poem called Library. My people, I think, sipping black coffee. I've had a seriously devastating week and swimming in someone else's head is a physical relief. He reads from a napkin covered in ink …
It started in 3rd grade. Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure books? They offer alternate endings at the end of each chapter so reader basically chooses how the story ends? Well, at 8 years old I thought the choices were crap. The endings I made up were SO Much better. And then there was Puff the Magic Dragon . …
Jennifer Kabay 