Let me give you some advice: make friends with a millionaire when he's a friendless sixth-grader.
Robin SloanWalking the stacks in a library, dragging your fingers across the spines -- it's hard not to feel the presence of sleeping spirits.
Robin SloanKat bought a New York Times but couldnโt figure out how to operate it, so now sheโs fiddling with her phone.
Robin SloanThe thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.
Robin SloanAfter that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this: A man walking fast down a dark lonely street. Quick steps and hard breathing, all wonder and need. A bell above a door and the tinkle it makes. A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.
Robin Sloan