If I were to describe “The Veldt,” a short story in Ray Bradbury’s The Invisible Man, it would be “creepy.” In this world, you can buy a house that’s practically alive. The house is at your service, and you never have to lift a finger. Gone are the days when you have to clean andContinue reading ““The Veldt” by Ray Bradbury”
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Until Next Time, Books without Borders
My sister and I have this thing I like to call Books without Borders, in which I share books with her whenever I visit her. I’m taking a rather awkward stopover in Toronto for a few weeks before I fly back to Manila—let’s call 2019 a year of travel, a sabbatical—and I’ve rounded up anotherContinue reading “Until Next Time, Books without Borders”
