As it turns out, you can go home again — and thank goodness for that. This was my hometown reading, at the Borders I visit at least once a month.  In attendance was my first ESL teacher, the person who taught me how to read, write, and speak this language I now know so well.  In addition to the novel, I also read my short story “Limits.”  It was a fitting piece to read, since the bulk of the people there (my high school friends) knew the actual story the fiction was based on.