He makes a list, he checks it twice, he checks it three times, he checks it four times, he checks it five times, he checks it six times, he checks it six times, he checks it six times… Hello, reader who is also a reader. We have no contact with the game developer for the latest 2025 bookshelf. Instead, I turned to my occult connections for a last-minute interview with the Father of Christmas himself.
How cheerfully he behaved! How beautiful is his outfit! How strangely the bag slung over the shoulder squelched! What an unrecognizable appendage it is slowly drawing from the cracked green immensity of your Christmas tree! Hello, Santa! Do you mind if we take a look at your bookshelf?
What are you reading now?
Many centuries ago, your distant ancestor tracked down and killed a strange beast in the forest that raised its head above the fireplace in the great hall. It looks vaguely like a deer, but it looks strange… chitinous, with antlers that could easily be antennae. As you read these words, your head comes to life with convulsions, turns towards you in a cloud of rainbow particles and creaks. Surrealist Women: An International Anthology.
What was the last time you read?
“Fifth Season” N.K. Jemisina (R'likhian translation by Efaishugnagot, Professor of Interdisciplinary Humanities, University of Carcosa, Gourik Zone)
What are you looking at next?
Oh no, Santa left a rock in your stocking. Coal? Try breaking it with a hammer. One strong blow breaks the shell, exposing the crystalline mouth. Now hold the geode up to the light. There! You can almost make out the words Writings of the LudditesKevin Binfieldcoated in velociraptor fat on purple edges.
What quote or scene from the book stood out to you most?
“I stood in front of the remnants of the war, / whistling / until the door opened to / my life / Mine / mine, / what led me? / No answer / can be given. / However, I feel that the examination of conscience / gave birth to that dream / which showed me / a small hardened globe. / Nowhere have I found another / made from this material. / There is nothing stronger. / But I am not without hope, / citizens. / I am a believer in silent prayers / abandoned.” – VoyagerSrikanth Reddy/Kurt Waldheim
What book do you recommend your friends read?
Stepping outside to enjoy the winter chill, you are surprised to see a cheerful skeleton trumpeter smoking a cheeky cigarette. When you approach, the skeleton straightens up, hides the cigarette in its eye socket and exhales a hoarse whistling note. A million worms rain down from the empty sky. They form words HumumentTom Phillips.
What book would you like to see someone adapt into a game?
The Very Hungry Caterpillar
Now, Tamás! now, K'talpa! now Daolot and Cloud Creature! Go ahead, Olcott! Go Chaksuklut! Go Dendrara and Oztalun! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now run away! run away! run everyone!
