antonia’s life, volume IV

I imagine my life as a bookshelf. An endless one (not because it’s eternal but because it can be “suddenly ended”). There are four books on it. The first is about my birth and childhood. In one of the chapters I poke my younger sister’s eye because I think she’s a doll. In another one…

The true purpose of books

I found it! The simple truth behind books. The discovery, of course, came in reading. The particular book doesn’t matter.   Lukaš told me once he was going to read books only when he’d grown old. I admire his choice: life over fiction. I wish I had chosen the same but my choice was either predetermined…

coffee, books and the meaning of life

No, coffee and books can’t be the meaning of life although a million Tumblr pictures are stubbornly trying to refute me. They, generally speaking, are two things I really love, I can do without but don’t want to and, finally, they’re not always nice. In fact, for about a month now I’ve been drinking coffee that’s…