What if whatever you believe — even deep down, even the things you're afraid of — could become real? A reflection on Nat Cassidy's When the Wolf Comes Home: belief, fear, and the power of the mind.

Is there any point in having a name if no one is around to call you by it? What is identity in an isolated world where there's no need to identify yourself? A reflection on Jacqueline Harpman's introspective novel of isolation and the pursuit of knowledge.