I love super cheap, kind of run down bookstores. The ones that don’t have the latest best seller, fancy events, or sometimes even any real order. I was in Philly a few months ago and my husband, a friend, and I decided to check out the Barnes Foundation (which I highly recommend to anyone who happens to be in the area and loves art), not knowing you needed to buy tickets in advance for a specific admit time. Well, we ended up with an hour […]
Relive the Worst Years of Your Life
Since I was a giant dork in middle school and high school, Paul Feig’s “Kick Me” really spoke to me, especially in the later chapters. It’s so easy to take his name out and insert yourself into any number scenarios and be like, “yup, I totally did that.” The sheer awkwardness of every single chapter is almost painful in its truth. His masterful observations of the world around him are seen through such a neurotic detail that it’s impossible to not be as squeamish or […]
Unpretentious poetry I actually liked
It’s an understatement to say that poetry is very much not my thing, but friends kept telling me that I HAD to read Brown Girl Dreaming and now I’m telling everyone here that they HAVE to read it. Well, no one’s going to make you, but you won’t regret it if you do. A book in verse sounds ominously pretentious, but Brown Girl Dreaming ended up being a refreshing and honest coming-of-age tale, simple enough for middle schoolers to understand and complex enough for adults […]
I’d Follow Him Down That Road
I love Frank Turner. I have since I heard “Recovery” on the radio for the first time about two years ago. I’ve seen him live three times since then, and he never fails to disappoint. Punk rock with an acoustic guitar, I’d never heard anything like him, at least not in recent memory. And those lyrics…those fucking lyrics. The man is a storyteller, and I’ve also been a sucker for a well-told story in a song (See: Nathanson, Matt.) Turner has easily and quickly become […]
Sort of What I Expected
I’ve wanted to read this for a while. I haven’t read any of Ms. Didion’s other works, but this felt compelling. My sister had a copy at her house, which I was visiting this past week, so I borrowed it, reading it in a couple of days and finishing it on a particularly turbulent flight home. As I read the pages of her working through attempts to make sense of the fact that her husband was dead, I recognized a bit of dark humor in […]
She Chose Her Own Last Name
I hadn’t heard of this book before Reese Witherspoon chose to produce a film version of it (which I’ve not yet seen, but plan to). The premise (is that the word you use when someone is writing about things that actually happened?) is that Ms. Strayed, a few years after the loss of her mother to cancer, the end of her own marriage, and some drug use, decided to hike the Pacific Coast Trail. I grew up spending at least a month a year in […]
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