I meet Patricia Schonstein, the author of The Glass Island, her 8th novel, at her home where she births her books and poems in a room that is filled wall to wall with books. The wind is particularly violent carrying the scent of fire on its raging breath. Her house is cool, quiet, safe and peppered with tchotchkes of a life lived. Two tea light candles flicker on a low table in the inner house – l...