Great books echo each other. But the echo lives in your margin notes — scattered across years, across volumes you haven't opened since. Your past reader is right there, waiting to be asked.

Halfway through tonight's book, a passage catches you. Haven't you read this before — or something like it? You whisper the question to the phone. The fire keeps going.
Up comes a margin note from 2023, another book entirely. Two readings, three years apart, now in the same room. You keep going — differently.
A second self, quietly listening.