I Went to Durham and Discovered My Happy Place (Surprise, It’s a Bookstore)

Whenever I go on vacation, I like to buy a book that will remind me of the trip (I have plans for a post on that soon). This trip to Durham was not a vacation in the same way that running after the ice cream truck isn’t a workout (not that I would know anything about working out). However, I still wanted to get a sense of the town, and there’s no better way for me to do that than through a “bookstore tasting.”

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I Love You, I Hate You, Are We Done Yet: Me + Big Books

When I started reading Annie Proulx’s Barkskins, a 736-page monster weighing more than my cat and my friend’s two chihuahuas combined, I envisioned writing a sanctimonious post a week or so later extolling the virtues of the long novel. “Don’t be afraid of the big novels,” I imagined myself saying, “It’s a way to hone your focus and challenge your mind.”
Well, it’s been a week.

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In Praise of the Forbidden: Reading Vampire Romances at 12

People might say I couldn’t have spent my time reading anything worse than tens of thousands of pages of fantasy and romance. But they’d be wrong. I could have been reading books that didn’t challenge me to learn new words, books without badass ladies in them, books that didn’t introduce me to new ideas (both exciting and terrifying). I could have been reading nothing at all.

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