This is not my kind of book. In fact, I only read it because someone else insisted I preview it before they give it a try. I have little interest in cyberlaw (just check out my grade in that class) and know very little about videogame culture, and even less about classic arcade culture. (Except for pinball. Love pinball.) Continue reading
There’s been a lot of buzz in the past year or so about the “new adult” genre. Seems like it’s still finding its legs. From what I can gather, the characters are a little older than those in young adult. There’s often some sort of college setting. Definitely more sex. Continue reading
I love YA. Anyone who’s ever said hello to me, seen my bursting bookshelves or gone to a book signing where I’m the oldest one there without a tween in tow, knows that. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot about religion. For many years I tried to avoid the topic. I grew up Catholic, have 13 years of parochial education, and a degree from a Jesuit university. I felt done. Continue reading
When Chicago winter rears its ugly, black icy, snow swirly head, all I want to do is stay inside and read books. I don’t want to work. I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to get the flu, but that happened last week. But you know the great thing about the flu (after I passed out for two days, that is)? I got to stay inside and read books! Here’s what’s currently in my Lucille Bluth tote bag, and a couple others I just finished. Continue reading
It is the age-old book lover’s lament: I will likely not live long enough to read all the things I want to read, so I’d rather not spend my time with another lazy journalist.
My latest book fetish is edge-of-your-seat awesomeness – so I was happy as a clam to receive an ARC of Jacquelyn Mitchard’s What We Saw At Night. First, it’s a suspenseful and romantic journey with a kickass heroine, who uses a rare light sensitivity to her advantage by practicing extreme sports with her best friends – and working to solve a terrible crime. Continue reading
I’ve followed Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus for a decade now, ever since they burst onto the scene with the bestselling domestic tell-all The Nanny Diaries. Their follow-up, Citizen Girl, was also excellent, with a feminist protagonist struggling to stay employed while maintaining her values. I feel they’ve lost their edge in recent years, with books ranging from fair-to-middlin’ (The Real Real) to forgettable (Dedication) to freakng terrible (Nanny Returns. Shudder). However, when I saw their latest on NetGalley, I couldn’t resist giving the duo another shot. Here’s what I thought of Between You and Me. Continue reading
Let’s just say that the summer of 2012 is going to be, against a few or all odds, the very best summer of your life. I hope it is! And let’s just say you want a certain scent that says, “Yayyy summer” to you now, and reminds you of the good times when you smell it later. I’ve tried out a bunch of fragrances for you, and here are some you may feel like checking out!
I first became acquainted with Roxane Gay’s writing through The Rumpus and HTMLGiant, where she often talks about fiction, its process, and also matters of gender and racial equality when it comes to the attention media outlets give writers. Currently, she is an assistant professor of English at Eastern Illinois University. The child of Haitian immigrants, she spent her childhood living in the Midwest, but also spent family vacations visiting Haiti. Her debut collection of short stories, Ayiti, interweaves different stories of the Haitian diaspora experience, and her work has also appeared in New Stories From the Midwest 2011, Best Sex Writing 2012, Salon, among many others. In addition to being the co-editor of PANK and the fiction editor of Bluestem, she runs her own small press, Tiny Hardcore. Continue reading
“And now he understood. He really got, that it wasn’t going to happen. He’d wasted so much time thinking, it’s all a dream and it should have been somebody else, and nothing lasts forever. It was time he started acting like who he was: a nineteen year old student at a secret college for real, actual magic.”
I read a lot. When my alarm beeps obnoxiously every morning, I immediately reach for my Nook or whatever library find I’m currently devouring. I also don’t have a nightstand, so I keep my latest book on the window ledge next to my bed (hence the title of this post). Continue reading
As a woman, there are certain products I need to use every so often that don’t get discussed too often in polite company or any company. Even the commercials for these products seem dedicated to obfuscating their true purpose, using a watery blue liquid to “demonstrate” their abilities. Continue reading