I spent most of my college years inside a brick building cuddled up by a roaring fire, debating life’s biggest questions while eating homemade bread (Philosophy professors really do go the extra mile).

We spent a lot of time arguing different points and opinions without ever coming to any concrete conclusions. But, as any philosopher will tell you—it’s about the conversations and the discoveries made along the way, not definitive answers. (In fact, I’m pretty sure there aren’t any.)

My novels seek to occupy that same space—a space where the dialogue is so fun and the questions are so interesting that you start to think that maybe it’s okay that there are no answers. Maybe that’s the whole point.