An occupational hazard of the book business is that I often do not read books I know I will like, precisely because I know that I will like them.
OH GOD, it’s so weird and true. This is also why I read a lot of “solid B” books, because I feel like falling asleep or short subway rides are not worthy of books that I think I’m going to really like, and I don’t want to waste them (because we’re in a serious book shortage these days, as everyone reports </sarcasm>).
Book people: despite achieving a level of normalcy via learning to mostly control ourselves while on social media, still pretty effing strange.
Swing it over here, Shorty. 