One might think that writers of bookish books would go on and on, produce vast treatises on their love of books and literature, but many bookish books are slim volumes. Consider Carlos Maria Dominguez's The House of Paper (2004), Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 (1953), and Bohumil Hrabal’s Too Loud a Solitude (1976; Trans.
When I read this, I felt that little tingle you get, as a reader, when you think you've found a perfect match for your reading taste: Little Brown - Reagan Arthur Books, 2012 "It’s like pulling a thread that unravels and unravels. One loose thread, and you can
Each of us has experienced those moments, when passing noise and bustle, of feeling removed from what really matters. You know, those moments of startling clarity, when you are surrounded by stillness, observing the action but separated from it? Like this, in Frances' words, in Harriet Lane's debut
Thanks to Tolstoy, everybody knows that each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Maybe that's not quite the same as saying that unhappy families make the best stories? But one could make an argument for that, with Elizabeth Crane's We Only Know So Much. "At the moment, the
Whimsical and lyrical: Lucy Wood's short stories will touch the curious and sensitive reader who is willing to believe. Houghton Mifflin, 2012 If you like your stories to be rooted in realism, Diving Belles is not for you, but if you enjoy discovering the extraordinary in the ordinary,
