Think The Office crossed with Desperate Housewives and you‘ll have this book.

Even if New York paid just a dime a dozen for dumb dreamers like me, the city would go bankrupt in twenty-five minutes.

This is a hilarious misrepresentation of how informative and thought-provoking this book really is.

Tolstoy explains calculus, proves that some books really do have it all. 😍

SOMEONE HELP ME I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS BOOK

oh god this is depressing

You would be surprised how often librarians have to give book suggestions based on a movie or TV show that people like because it‘s been so long since they read a book that they no longer have a reference for what they would like to read. That‘s okay. We don‘t judge. We pity. And then we load their asses up with great books.

Basically if Daniel Handler had written World War Z

This is a fantastic book to geek out about the Japanese language over.

Reading this in a foreign language in a foreign country. The struggle is real.

Celia Bowen is setting the standard for living the dream.

This wasn't my favourite book of 2016, but the second half is well worth the slow first half.

The last thing she felt herself to be was sensible or reasonable. She had just started living like a grown-up and she'd never felt more vulnerable, frightened, or confused in her life.

Oh my god this is perfect

Started this book and it is basically if Eugenides were an Asian American woman.

Hi, Infinite Jest.

The Sport of Kings ruined me emotionally, so I guess it's time for me to finally get started on Kerouac?

In the first miracle, the universe created itself out of nothing. So there is always hope.

He knew something of which I was completely ignorant, and from that moment on, against every impediment, I strove to become worthy of him, to become his equal.

The more I see of the West, he says, the more I realize that the best things in life come from the East.

In both Rushdie novels I've read, there has been this tension between the inside and the outside.

Rushdie is never an easy read, but he'll throw dumb laughs in once in a while.

Happy Bloomsday!

Now that's promising.

I was reading great books and thinking new thoughts. Surely that was the point of a college education. I said that the problem with people (as if there were only one) is how they think everything can be measured in dollars and cents.

It's hard enough here to forgive myself for things I did and felt when I was five, hopeless for the way I behaved at fifteen.

One day, a package of junior-sized tampons was left on my bed along with a pamphlet that looked technical and boring, so I didn't read it. Nothing was ever said to me about the tampons. It was just blind luck I didn't smoke them.

"Why don't you go back to your own country?" one of them shouted.
"This is my country," Lefty said, and to prove it, he did a very American thing: he reached under the counter and produced a pistol.

We figured it out.

I can't figure out why I hate this book. There are all these faults I can think of that I like in other books: MC's a smartass (but see Fitzgerald), it's way too colloquial (but see Welsh), it's epistolary (but see Chbosky, Anne Brontë). Someone help me?

I don't know how I feel about Purity becoming a tv show.

Usually, I'm very skeptical about a novel written by short story writers. I make an exception for her, and it's going pretty well so far.

I tore through this book written by a lawyer about an ornithologist who marries a physicist involved in the Manhattan Project. It reminded me a lot of A Narrow Road to the Deep North.

"You say the naughtiest things," he said, his low baritone whisper. I felt the frisson of fear and adrenaline I'd read about in my purloined copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover. I was way out of my league.

So I hope you can accept Nature as She is--absurd.

About five minutes in, I'm starting to wonder if Ron Chernow basically wrote half the songs of Hamilton the Musical (in a good way).

Jabberwocky in three languages, as if to ask me if I'm impressed yet.

Perfect end to finals.

This was the first fiction audiobook that really gripped me. The readers did a really good job of performing the book with rhythm, and James' descriptions were raw and sometimes gory. I laughed, I cried, I let my mouth hang open in horror, all while learning about Jamaican culture.