Reading in the Dark Months
December reading is its own genre: long Russian novels, ghost stories, anything with snow in it. Notes from the solstice shelf.
Tag: reading life
The Tyranny of the To-Be-Read Pile
The pile on the nightstand is not a queue, it is a mood board. A short note in defense of buying books you may never read.
A Year of Reading, Loosely Counted
Fifty-one books, or maybe forty-seven, depending on what counts. The annual accounting, done badly on purpose.
Why I Still Write in the Margins
A pencil, a paperback, and the argument for talking back to books. On the long conversation a reader carries on in the white space at the edge of the page.