I keenly remember the day my Grandmother died. My parents picked me up early from afterschool care and before I could ask why, my Mother said “We’re going to your…
What is wrong with Emily Brontë? I want to make a house in her brain. I'm scared! I can't tell you too much, because my sister is reading the book now and I don't want to spoil anything.
Is this the apocalypse? Maybe. It could just be a personal problem. James Kaelan’s We’re Getting On was the last book to remind me why I love books so much.…
I finished reading Just Kids by Patti Smith at Four Barrel on Valencia Street in San Francisco and although I tried my hardest to blink them back, tears kept falling…
The beauty in Another Country is that it permits a reader to at once lament and celebrate the ways in which we use each other to further our own ideas of self.
Read between Faulkner’s Collected Short Stories and the wonderful Martin Millar’s Lonely Werewolf Girl, it was time for prose that slapped me in the face and welcomed me with a…
I’m going to say something a reviewer should never say about a series still in development: Berlin is a great book. We’re only up to book two [Berlin Book One:…
I grabbed An African in Greenland by Tete-Michel Kpomassie from the fabulous New York travel bookstore, Idlewild, after my event with Stephen Elliott. I’d heard about the book for years…
I always blanch when someone tells me—and always so assuredly, it seems—“ I just don’t really like poetry.” It’s more people, more otherwise avid readers than I would like to think.