Tonight, we went to see Augusten Burroughs at a local indie bookstore. It was my second time seeing him on tour, and it’s fascinating to see the different version of an author at different points in their life. This version felt a bit more scattered to me than the last, though was just as captivating. And while I was thinking about that, I realized that my own version of self has changed, too. I’m a different person now than I was then, and an even more different person than when I first read his books.

My recent re-reading of books I first read over a decade ago has left me thinking about this quite a bit, and it was mid-way through his talk tonight that it occurred to me again.