This past March, I met readers at bookstores, in classrooms, libraries, and homes, and at a convention in Missoula, Bigfork, Seattle, Portland, and Billings. Though the trip was tiring, the encounters were energizing. Because a story is meant to be read, to be shared. Only then does it fulfill its purpose, become truly itself.
“The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.”
– Ursula K. Le Guin