Something Old, Something New

Sep 10, 2019
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Growing up, a collection of strange books sat on a shelf in my father's office. I never knew what they were called, but I recognized that they contained all sorts of esoteric teachings - knowledge that might help me to better differentiate imagination from reality. Even though I was too young to read, I traced my fingers over their words and pictures as if I might absorb their content anyway. So many years later, the same collection that brought me awe and wonder as a child has finally found its way onto my bookshelf. Their images in print are exactly as I remember them, and the stories they beg me to tell are just as exciting.

Keep it spooky,


P.S. Alas, so many years later, it turns out they were just a series from Time-Life Books. Not only that, but my dad didn't even have the whole collection! He had ten of the thirty-three book set. Yet, when I flip through their glossy pages - forbidden or not - there is still a sense of wonderment as my fingers trace the same trails they made decades ago.