Last summer, during a somewhat impromptu trip to Malibu, a dear friend slipped a book into my tote, insisting I'd find solace and intrigue between its covers. She had that...
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Wandering through an independent bookstore in a quiet part of Brooklyn a few months back, I found "Babel" peeking at me from the top shelf. Given my incessant fascination with...
Continue readingWhile waiting for my Uber in Montmartre last summer, I stumbled upon a quaint little bookstore tucked between a patisserie and a postcard shop. In the window display, "The Paris...
Continue readingA book club evening with "The Power" left me in a heated debate with my old college roommate, Clara. She and I have always been on opposite poles, me with...
Continue readingA little confession: the first time I tried reading Agatha Christie, I was sprawled on my grandmother's paisley couch, sneaking glances at her collection of dusty old novels. Little did...
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