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Blindside Books, or, Good Lord! Reads by Laura Raphael

You know how there are some books that, when you pick them up, you’re pretty sure you’re only going to read a few pages and then release it back into the wild or to its 2,000 library holds? And then you discover that it is, in fact, one of the best reads ever, and you can’t put it down, and you’ve been completely blindsided by this heretofore-unloved-by-you but now precious-work-of-genius book? No? That’s just me?

Infinite Jest . . . Some Very Disjointed Thoughts by Nick Abrahamson

In the pursuit of exploring my own literature derived masochism, I recently tackled David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest, a notoriously ‘difficult’ novel.   Over 900 pages of narrative combined with 300 pages of footnotes later, I have some very brief, truncated thoughts on the text.  These epistles do not represent the whole of the superbly rich experience (an ongoing series into perpetuity could ma

Embracing Eccentricities by Rebecca Howard

Generally speaking, I love strange people.  Let me clarify.  I love the quirky, offbeat, and freakishly brilliant.   These are people who might obsess over a certain historical figure or know everything imaginable about farming practices during the Neolithic period.  They might read 5 books a week on whatever topic has captured their keen attention and then move onto their next area of study.  If they were teenagers in the late 1980s, they made hundreds of mix tapes full of songs by unknown bands.  While perhaps a bit socially awkward, these kinds of people are both infinitely gifted and g

Make Mine a Moriarty by Laura Raphael

Recently, another librarian and I were batting around title ideas for a new book discussion group when I had to stop and double-check the names for two authors. Was I remembering their names correctly? Surely they didn’t BOTH share “Moriarty” as a last name. I mean, that’s kind of unusual, isn’t it?

Be a Book Giver by Cindy Hulsey

Eighth grade.  I was sitting in Mrs. Wolffes’s English class wearing bell-bottom hip-huggers and a smock top.  I wore small gold wire-framed glasses and my nails were perfectly manicured in frosty lilac.  At the end of class Mrs. Wolffes approached me and said she had just finished a book she thought I would enjoy.  She gave me the title and the author’s name; Zelda by Nancy Milford.

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