Of love lost and found between friends, partners, family. The stories of good days and bad weeks and years of passage. That first book pulled me in, an enraptured gathering of stories told by a watchful eye and a perceptive pen, as if you were able to read the memoirs of people traversing your path in random hallways, offices, train stations. I’ve been a fan of Van Booy’s for a few years now, reading his first collection, The Secret Lives of People in Love, at the insistence of my poet cousin and friend of the author, Lucas Hunt. His stories offer a richness to life’s every day instances – love and loss, birth and death, the climbing and the falling of dreams. An observation of life that builds on a page like the slow, calculated movements of the constructs of an igloo. Author Simon Van Booy – Photo credit: Ken Browar
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