Literary Life is not about books, exactly. It is about what happens to a person who takes reading seriously — how it shapes the way you move through a room, notice a season, choose your time, arrange your shelves, and make sense of your own interior weather.
This is where I think out loud. About attention and why it has become the thing I most want to protect. About the objects and spaces that hold a reading life together — the right lamp, the annotated margin, the book left face-down on a table because you were not ready to be finished with it. About slowness as a philosophy rather than a pace. About what it means to let literature genuinely alter you, not just entertain you.
If the rest of this site is about what to read and when, Literary Life is about why it matters at all — and what kind of life becomes possible when you decide that it does.










