This is a story about books and how it brought individuals together.  One is a writer, another is a lover. Someone is an observer, a person is merely a name.  Their tale is hidden between lines, surrounded by patterns of words and grammar.  Plots weave together their tragedies and pages contain their comedies.  Each tale completes the other.  This is not a story of Romeo or Juliet, not of Julius, Brutus and Marc Anthony.  It is not a Christmas carol or the adventures of Huckleberry Finn.  I