About

My name is Tom Seest, and I live on a mountaintop in Tennessee with my wife and family.

Growing up, reading books was more than just a pastime; it was a magical journey into different worlds and ideas. The library, with its endless shelves filled with treasures, was a sanctuary where imagination could flourish. Every visit was an expedition, and every book was a new adventure waiting to unfold. The smell of old paper, the rustle of pages, and the sense of wonderment while diving into a new story were intoxicating. Reading nurtured curiosity and fostered a deep appreciation for knowledge, culture, and the sheer joy of discovering something new.

As time moved on, life’s demands began to take precedence over the cherished routine of reading. Work commitments, health considerations, or perhaps other hobbies started to fill the once-sacred hours dedicated to exploring books. The transition was gradual and often accompanied by a sense of loss. The library visits became less frequent, and the shelves at home gathering dust. The joy of reading was never forgotten, but it took a back seat to the necessities and new pursuits of adult life. Though books still held a special place in the heart, they had to share that space with other responsibilities and interests. The story is not one of complete abandonment but a bittersweet evolution, recognizing that change is an inevitable part of growing and that sometimes, even the most beloved activities must make way for new chapters in life.