Are there sexual fetishes that involve books? There must be. I try not to imagine how they might work.

If this sounds impressive to you, you’re over thirty.

You know, I'm really starting to think the whole world is just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.

A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

Kat bought a New York Times but couldn’t figure out how to operate it, so now she’s fiddling with her phone.

Are there sexual fetishes that involve books? There must be. I try not to imagine how they might work.

America pays defense contractors to build aircraft carriers. Google pays brilliant programmers to do whatever the hell they want.