I'm out of control... What an Enrique start to the post. This is not the glamorous kind of addiction. But it costs about the same. It’s my addiction to going to bookstores. I plan dinners around bookstores. I time movie nights so I can walk in before the show . Even doctor appointments are quietly negotiated around one. This is what it means to love a place more than a habit. The problem is… I already own too many books. Too many stories. Too many unopened lives. And they we

The 12-year-old Mariamma will stay with me for some time - but man, at 715 pages, this book felt never-ending.