the last book i loved

I read J.M.G Le Clézio’s “The Boy Who Had Never Seen the Sea” over the course of an average day—during meals, on the subway, during slow periods at work—and was…

After reading David Foster Wallace’s short story collection, Girl With Curious Hair, I was determined to read Infinite Jest. I found Wallace’s prose to be unlike anything I had ever…

Evan S. Connell’s Mr. Bridge—a companion piece to his earlier novel, Mrs. Bridge—offers a rare sort of company. And it’s unexpected company: Its protagonist, after all, is a tacitly-but-virulently xenophobic,…

I am not a pervert. Well, I don’t think I am. At least not all the time–you know, it’s not like I’m consumed by depravity or anything. I guess all…

Having read several textbooks in library science and young adult novels over the past few months, my memory turns eagerly back to The Assassin’s Song by M. G. Vassanji, which…

I grew up in San Francisco, the daughter of a man who arguably loved jazz music more than he loved me. So when I say that I grew up in…

Loved? Big word. I’ve liked a lot of books. But loved? And then, what was the last one I loved? I’m not sure I’ve ‘loved’ more than three books in…

My only previous exposure to Percival Everett had been his book American Desert, which I had liked but not loved. So it was with middling expectations that I picked up…

The books I love and have loved in the past I have chosen almost always by the recommendations of others.The last book I loved, I loved with an added fever…