Normally, I have two books going at any given time: the main book I’m reading and a book of poetry. The system works pretty good because if the main book gets a little too heavy or if a change-up is in order, I hop over and read a couple poems. But what happens when both …
I’ve been pondering this section of Another Roadside Attraction enough to commit the page number to memory for reference. Considering I don’t memorize numbers easily (or for fun), that means… something… right? “You risked your life, but what else have you ever risked? Have you ever risked disapproval? Have you ever risked economic security? Have …
As I’ve said in some recent post which I can’t be bothered to go looking for at the moment, this pandemic-stay-at-home thing has caught me woefully unprepared in terms of my to-read pile. Where I’ve normally had four or five books waiting for me, I was almost empty-handed when COVID came a-knockin’. That being said, …
I quit on a book this weekend and picked up another one. That might not seem like a lot on a cosmic scale, but it’s kind of a big deal for me. After all, I’m the person who has had several books in the last couple years where I’ve held off judgement until the last …
If I’m remembering correctly, I first spotted Shopgirl while spending one glorious holiday season working at Barnes & Noble. I mean, my brain could totally be making that up just because I was surrounded by books, girls, and a shop for several hours a day, but that doesn’t sound nearly as catchy for a opening …
It’s strange how you can love something and yet completely neglect it. After spending most of my formative years playing music, I dropped it completely for some time before picking it back up. I’m not sure why I did it, although the excuses more than likely revolved around a lack of time, lack of space, …