I fell in love with reading when I was a child. Books were comfort. They were exciting. Heartbreaking. Funny. Full of wonder. They were a place I could go to experience other lives and in doing so, learn how better to live my own. This is why I write: to say something about what it means to be a human being, and to offer companionship to others who share this world with me. The Game of Love and Death in particular grapples with life’s central question: what significance does love have when every last one of us will someday die?

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