For a while last night I didn’t care about Isobel. As if I were seeing myself from outside and thinking, “It’s silly to care about this girl who hardly knows you, and even sillier to worship her. Why are you doing all these silly things?” At the same time I had this sort of “mad scientist” feeling that I sometimes get. Like, “When I complete my ( Read more... )

Isobel Wren is leaving Boston, and it hurts. It hurts like hell, and I don’t know why. It’s not as if I would see her very often (or, for that matter, at all) if she stayed in the Boston area. And it’s not as if I will never get a chance to meet her because she’s moving away. (She’s going to be back to visit now and then.) But I feel like Echo ( Read more... )