I’d started jotting down some notes for this post and had thoughts of sharing broader commentary, but the more I wrote, the more I felt my words getting in the way of the message as delivered.
I'm beyond embarrassed by the number of books I have on my Kindle whose pages have yet to see (as it were) the light of day. Physical books on my shelf sit half–or completely–unread. It's a sad state of literary affairs over here.
