When I Was A Kid...

...the most important book I owned was Taran Wanderer . Narnia may have introduced me to fantasy, The Halloween Tree may have applied the subtle twist that led me to ghoulies and ghosties and all things Lovecraft, Tolkien may have taught me how big imaginary worlds could be, but it was Taran Wanderer that I actually loved. I still have my beaten-up, coverless, spine-cracked version from those long ago days. Wouldn't trade it for anything.

This fall, my wife signed me up to use the pottery studi...