Sometimes the occasion for giving flowers is just because — just because you love someone, just because you were thinking of them or just because you’re there.
The moment you step in, you’re welcomed into a cozy, inviting atmosphere where people sit together, chatting and crocheting. There’s an immediate warmth — an unspoken understanding that here, you can just be.
Gibson isn’t just evil for the sake of it — she is a master manipulator who believes in her own lies just enough to make them convincing. You don’t sympathize with her, but by the end of the series, you do understand how she managed to fool so many people.
At its core, this shift isn’t about literature — it’s about looking like a reader. Books have become an accessory, a personality trait and a status symbol. As a result, people are reading more visibly than ever. The joy of getting lost in a story, of struggling with complex ideas and of truly reading seems to be fading.
But growing is inevitable, regardless of where you are. We have this mentality that we must evolve or die, but evolving doesn’t mean changing your life dramatically. We evolve in little ways every day— even if it’s in the courage it takes to live at home.
The Boston International Antiquarian Book Fair brought together dealers, collectors and academics from around the globe to showcase its collection of books.
The old adage instructs that we must never judge a book by its cover. Instead, we must judge it by the contents of its pages.
If we judge Elif Batuman’s 2017 bildungsroman, “The Idiot,” by its...
From the time I started reading seriously, about three years ago, I've been exploring different genres. Interestingly enough, it seems that the lengthy classics are the books I enjoy the most — and I...
In ways that teenage me couldn’t have comprehended, I can now articulate why I felt and continue to feel disconnected from Jenny Han’s work as an Asian woman.
Condé Nast’s merge with champion music publication Pitchfork threatens to kill the spirited focus on the underground music scene that made Pitchfork worth reading.
People used to talk a lot about how much they hated getting hand-me-downs. As the youngest sibling, I had a plethora of clothing that was older than me filling up my closet. But nowadays, I seek out hand-me-down clothing, whether that’s from my family, my friends or local thrift stores. I get so much more enjoyment out of the history (or potential history) behind the pieces than simply buying a shirt from a department store.
