Is it really so awful for a group of mostly female book-lovers to appreciate not just content, but also form?
There is a sad truth that all readers must, at some point, acknowledge: It’s impossible to read everything.
Warning: This column contains spoilers. “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn begins: “When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The
Reading is not often thought of as a particularly risky passion. Sure, you can argue that it expands your mind to dangerously new heights
I’m sitting at a mahogany table; it’s big and round and shrinks the classroom to half its real size. My classmates fill the spaces
It was “One Hundred Years of Solitude” that first made me sign up for Spanish classes in the sixth grade. I hadn’t even
From my early years to around late middle school, I inhabited the role of the quiet, shy, and excruciatingly reserved kid. My life was
Abs so sculpted they belong in an art museum. Luscious, flowing-with-the-breeze, heartthrob hair. Heaving bosoms in low-cut, lace dresses. I’ve been reading a lot
It is the mere possibility of alien existence that enables us to walk into the tight-knit, exclusive hangout down the hall, feeling a little
Richard Steele, an 18th century Irish writer who always looks like he just ate something sour, wrote: “Reading is to the mind what exercise