It started with a train trip to Montreal.
I had the song ‘The Book of Love’ stuck in my head, but for some reason, I kept singing alternative lyrics, saying ‘book of life’ instead of ‘book of love.’
The book of love is long and boring
no one can lift the damn thing.
It’s full of charts and facts and figures
and instructions for dancing.
(You can listen to the full song here.)
So I thought: what would it be like if such a book existed? Who would have it? Who would want it? Would everyone be able to read it?Continue reading