Or at least romantic love.
I wrote those a few months apart and they’re most obviously about love and Death, living and loving and dying.
So if you’re looking for a present this Valentine’s Day or just want to read something about love that I wrote, you can get them.
File this under shameless self promotion, but these really are about love, and they’re for you.
But it’s interesting to me, these novels. I wrote them about love and out of love but I had never really had love. Or at least not how I feel it now. Back then I was looking desperately for it. I was wandering the globe hoping to stumble into it and slowly giving up on ever finding it.
Little did I know that I’d accidentally meet the person I’m about to marry about a year after I wrote these novels.
Here’s some music for you.