Word After Word

While my computer did scary stuck things, I was staring at my desk, at my copy of Joan Didion’s beautiful, stunning, brilliant memoir, The Year of Magical Thinking. The cover simply has her name and the title on it, and most of the letters are black, but four are a different color. It took me awhile to notice the colored letters spell J O H N.  The name of her husband. Who dies. Launching the year of magical thinking.  Whoever thought of this secret love letter–thank you. Ah.