Category: Reading

Every day I take the train to Amsterdam to my publishing house, which gives me an hour to read. Train seats are excellent for letting go of your surroundings and getting lost in a story. I love this daily escape from reality. When I walk into my train compartment, I see the same faces every… Continue reading The Reader →

I grew up with the luxury of having lots of books at home. I could read about everything imaginable. My father couldn’t pass a bookstore without walking in. He forbade us from looking into some of them though. These were pictures books, with shocking images of war, hidden somewhere on the top shelves. Hiroshima, people… Continue reading Pandora’s Box →