Last Book I Loved

I am shitting my pants. Totally. Completely. And … well, figuratively. One night before my travel partner and I are scheduled to fly to Mumbai, she ditches me for Berlin. The…

I was eight years old the first time I heard of The Great Gatsby. My mom took my two teenage sisters to see the movie as soon as it was…

Two years ago, I ended a five-year relationship with a man who loved me. Very simply, it wasn’t enough anymore. Responses ranged from distraught to disappointment to disgust. My aunt…

I picked up this classic as one of my “Top Books to Read Before I Die.” One thing this list is teaching me is that you should banish all preconceived…

Sometimes you revisit a book you love, like Francine Prose’s Goldengrove. Once you finish reading this book for the third time, you start thinking about your near-hero worship of Prose…

César Aira’s Ghosts: Meaning-saturated, beautiful and complicated. A heat soaked hallucination, this short novel moved through the minutes of the last day of the year in a building so new…

I’d always assumed, mistakenly it turns out, that the book was about a sunken boat, with a vague notion that it maybe also had something to do with World War…

I left Cassandra at the Wedding tearily hopeful and good and chastised. I say left, but mean emerged from, because Cassandra is as much a spell or an ocean as…

In classical music, the term “fugue” is defined as a composition in which a particular theme or voice is repeated within the same piece, though changed in form so that…

I’m not one for New Years resolutions, but after a year of missing meals and several dates–all in the name of work sweet work–I decided that this year I would…

The last book that I loved was Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I have tried for the better part of three days to figure out how to write this review/adoration. I wanted…