I’ve never read a book the way it was meant to be read, I read it the way I’ve lived: sideways, through my own scope. I’ve been more than one person in more than one place, and the bumps came the way they always do: quietly, then all at once. What I’ve learned is that the road doesn’t smooth out, you just get better at reading it. The detours turn out to be the plot. So this is what you’ll find here: literature, filtered through a life that refused to go in a straight line.