Dear Joe:

I like your writing and can imagine it in a paper book and the smell of the pages.

These are my thoughts as I read from The Year of Joe:

As Joe stare at the ceiling imagining the vast world outside the confines of his small bedroom, the imagining he is doing all happens in the (how many?) centimeters in between his ears. All the imagining and wondering happens in those few centimeters. And as Joe is doing that, every person in the whole wide, endless world is living in those few centimeters as well. Everything that happens, happens in that short distance, the distance in between one’s ears.

No matter how far you travel, to what continent and even if you leave the Earth and end up on the moon. Or in Mars, all that will ever happen will be in between those ears.

As to what Joe wants in life: what are those things?

anita