I picked up a box of books from my neighbour. Not just any old box of books, but my box of books. 5 years might not be the longest writerly gestation, but it is quite a feeling looking at all that work in such a tactile, tangible form. And knowing that it’s knocking about; it’s being read now. People are having their own responses – you can see some of those here. The questions I wanted to ask are finding answers in other people’s imaginations. I hope.