Thirteen years ago, I spent a lot of time walking. Much more than I do now. I lived in Boston, where I was twenty-three, starting my first year of graduate school, and living in what could barely be called an apartment in Brighton that I shared with a twenty-four-year-old Laotian travel agent named Alex. I spent most of that year doing three things: reading, loving, and walking. I've been thinking a lot about those three habits as I get deeper into writing this new trilogy. J