Reality never changes. Only our recollections of it do. Whenever a moment passes, we pass along with it into the realm of memory. And in that realm, geometries change. Contours shift, shades lighten, objectivities dissolve. Memory becomes what we need it to be.
The Saturday Night Ghost Club by Craig Davidson: Not as compelling of a read as last year’s One Book One London read, but a nice deviation from what I would typically find myself consuming. I enjoyed that it was set in Niagara Falls, a location familiar to myself. And, the character reveal at the end of the book helps to provide some context for what unfolds during the majority of the pages. Certainly worth a read for anyone looking for something relatively easy to let their mind wander.