And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.

I was filled with angst in college, that I struggled with the question of my future, the meaning of my life - spoiled sheltered rich girl collides with great books and is devastated by her own banality.

Natalie Bakopoulos has that rare gift, the ability to imagine a traumatic historical event in the form of individual lives and ordinary details. The Green Shore is compelling, personal, and full of quietly real moments.

My publishers are wonderful because they have let me write what I wanted to. They're wise enough to know that, with any author who's not simply writing formulas - who's trying to create something new - pressuring them to do something for market purposes almost always backfires. I can't imagine working under those circumstances, actually.

When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.