It’s no secret that I’m a lover of books. But I’m also a lover of running and biking and swimming, and writing, and hosting dinner parties, and exploring the city, oh, and mindlessly scrolling through Facebook and Instagram, and procrastinating, and lazing around doing nothing when there are important or enriching or life-giving things to be done. So, with all those options, both very worthwhile and less so, why bother reading? And I mean the old-fashioned kind—the book in yo
Remember summer reading? I don’t think I ever enjoyed it. And I’ve always loved reading. Growing up without a TV in my house was helpful. I vividly remember car rides to the library as a kid—I’d eagerly load up a paper bag with a hefty stack of books and always finish one on the way home, nestled in the backseat. I’d transport to other worlds, lost for hours in my very own bedroom. Embark on adventures, make friends, fear danger and triumph in happy resolutions. Summer readin
I have a confession: I’m a glutton. No, I’m not prone to Netflix binge-watching. I tend to avoid all-you-can-eat buffets as a rule. And considering my undying aversion to malls, shopping sprees are few and far between. But lead me to a well-stocked library, and all bets are off. One of my favorite Saturday afternoon activities is to walk to the library a few blocks from my house (named the Free Library, aptly—or redundantly?) with an empty canvas bag in hand and no list to sp
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