You, the Reader, begin reading a novel called If on a winter's night a traveler, but the book is defective, and your search for the continuation leads through ten different beginnings, ten different stories, ten different interruptions. Calvino wrote this as a love letter to reading and a puzzle box about narrative. The second person addresses you directly; the plots within plots proliferate. What is a book? What is a reader? The novel asks without answering. The pleasure is in the asking. You will not find the ending. The search is the story. Keep reading.