What do you get out of an autobiography? A look inside a person, a lesson or two you can take to heart? Maybe comparing your life to the one in the autobiography. In Autobiography of a Book you are asked inside to look around, all right, but what you come to with each turn of the page is not a lesson, but life itself. There are black blank pages with no words. There are pages filled with words. Book grows and with each word, each sentence, Book lives, and as Book does live, its pages become light filled. Let this hopeful, rueful, delirious, anxious, occasionally self-satisfied voice talk itself into your dreams, your day, your world.