My dad was very puzzled by the copy of Building Stories that I received as a gift from my sister and her husband. “What do you do with it?” he asked.
“You read it, Dad,” I said.
His brow furrowed in consternation. “And what happens when you’re done with it?”
“I don’t know, Dad. It’s a book. You put it on a shelf and maybe read it again someday.”
“It’s a book?”
But I think he remains unconvinced.