Sometime, we wonder what the small house on a stick at the edge of the road says about the people around us -
Who discarded the college application guide? the peanut-free cookbook? the Learn Hebrew Now, scribbled with blue note marks? the spy novel? the beach read? the picture book gone grey with age?
And what does it say about me, a reader picking through the bones of abandoned tomes in this small home, eyeing titles through the glass door, wondering, do I really need just one book?
I do
— for Slice of Life