A.R. Geiger

My Blog

  • The Book Thief

    Time to be a little candid. We’re all readers here, right? We all love books, we all have stayed up much too late one night or another, because we only had a hundred pages left and we couldn’t just give up. And I would hazard a guess that we all have that one book. The…

  • Spiders

    They’re clinging to the walls, hanging from the ceiling. Silken threads thick with dust, with age. Some of them are so fragile they seem to disintegrate when I touch them. The rest cling to my hands. I feel them brushing against my shoulders, my neck, and I have to close my eyes and remind myself…

  • Anne of Green Gables

    Last Sunday, I did absolutely nothing. Like, nothing at all. I lit a fire in my wood stove, made popcorn, and read the whole day. It. Was. Lovely. The book I chose was an old one, and probably familiar enough to most of you. I mean, who hasn’t read Anne of Green Gables? Besides me,…

  • Hands of a Healer

    They come to me as soon as the gates open. The weak, the sick. The afflicted. They come with their sores, with their pain, with their addled children, their confused elders, and I touch them all. One after the other. Their heads, their hands. The words I mutter mean nothing, they are jargon, worthless rhymes…

  • Seven Years in Tibet

    Let me begin by saying that I love to travel. I love the excitement of a new destination, the enchantment of a different culture, and the challenges of other languages and lifestyles. I have been to eight different countries (Not including layovers where I never left the airport), and I’ve loved each of them for…

  • Rain

    A storm is coming. It’s on the edge of the wind, in the smell of the leaves and the heaviness in the air. The animals already know about it, and even Alexander is restless. He’s only a hedgehog, but he’s never liked the rain. Not when he was little, and maybe less now that he’s…