Till Eulen, facing a solitary middle age, doesn't think Trujas, New Mexico is where he wants to be. His bookshop, Windmills, isn't doing well, not that he had ever expected it to. It was in homage to Don Quixote that he had named it Windmills, acknowledging the unlikelihood of any bookshop's success in a small town where, to Till's eyes anyhow, no one seemed to read. Till's world tilts the day his car breaks down outside of Trujas. Cold, needy, and befuddled when Mari and her friend Norah arrive to rescue him, he inadvertently hires Norah-young, pierced, tattooed, definitely not Till's idea...

Thirty three meditations on the nature of creativity. This is a very short book, containing fewer than a thousand words.