I feel very small. I have a lot of questions.
Am I a good writer? A good reader? A good editor? Do I read enough books to attempt a site dedicated to reviewing them? How do I start a project like this, as big as this, and do it justice?
In his memoir A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway said, “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” Instead of asking how, I have to do it. I have to write. This is a collection of essays that were written with much fire and tenderness; essays that have both come to me easily and not-so-easily. The universe is made of stories, and this is what I’ve got.