It Is Always Difficult, Even

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

We Are All Shaped By Where We Grow Up, Though That Shaping Takes Different Forms. I Dont Think Theres Any Doubt That Coming Of Age In Winnipeg Both Opened My Eyes And Made Me Hungry - If I Can Subvert All Claims To Be A Real Writer By Mixing Metaphors Like That.

A Hand Fought Best When It Made A Fist.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?

It Can Be Hard To Write A Skillfully Entertaining Fiction, But A Great Book Wants To Be More, And Wants More From Us.