As far as debuts go, they do not rush up on the reader with the same force and irresistibility as this one. Weekday doesn't so much burst into the publishing industry rather, through his cerebral stampede, he penetrates the public psyche. Shorn of any delinquency, this book changes the propulsion of the written form. It traverses the full spectrum of emotion, if indeed emotion resides on such a thing. And it is likely to be met with a storm of recognition. The lingering awareness inevitably generated, is one of the trove of gifts that Weekday provides in A Reflective Expression. One reading of its contents will be insufficient. Cinematic melodrama pours across the pages, which are ripe to punctuate many a sleep with excited excursions back to these pages, venturing to make fresh discoveries. Deserving of permanent currency, Weekday marshals his thoughts and experiences with flair and immutable conviction. And he does so with brevity, accommodating his story to this compacted span. A Reflective Expression maps out some key vignettes, memories, and musings from Weekday's life. With accompanying introductory notes for each section, threads of recognition are woven that go approximately as follows: here is an incredible human being, whose work will stay with me until I expire.