My reading engines have spluttered to a halt, and I blame you, Amy Tan. Well, no, that’s unfair. I made my way through The Hippopotamus by Stephen Fry, which was much filthier than the back cover copy suggests, and a quite solid mystery novel in its own right. (I was disappointed when the main character… Read more »
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I haven’t seen so many sweater vests and cardigans in my life. I understand how glasses might’ve become a symbol of intelligence–if you read all the time, or need to see in a giant lecture hall the notes you are attempting to share with the class, you will probably want to keep a pair of… Read more »