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March 26th I got…


For those of you who didn’t know, I was in New York City for the weekend seeing Anastasia the musical for my birthday. It was my favorite movie growing up, when I found out it was hitting Broadway, I was the first one hitting put he Amex presale. I’m a scary fan.

A weekend in NYC with amazing bookstores, good cappuccinos, and a movie turned musical? How could I ever pass that up?

A recommendation from some random human I haven’t spoken to for years on Facebook. Naturally I was like, well shit, hello, you must be really serious if you’re reaching out just to tell me to read this.


Chris Hadfield has spent decades training as an astronaut and has logged nearly 4000 hours in space. During this time he has broken into a Space Station with a Swiss army knife, disposed of a live snake while piloting a plane, and been temporarily blinded while clinging to the exterior of an orbiting spacecraft.

This is one of my favorite movies. I don’t even know why, and trust me, it kind of disturbs me to say so. Like, in a lot of ways, I’d probably enjoy living in that house. But, I just love it. Always have. In the same way we all have a minor obsession with The Nightmare Before Christmas.


When Coraline steps through a door in her family’s new house, she finds another house, strangely similar to her own (only better). At first, things seem marvelous. The food is better than at home, and the toy box is filled with fluttering wind-up angels and dinosaur skulls that crawl and rattle their teeth.

But there’s another mother there and another father, and they want her to stay and be their little girl. They want to change her and never let her go. Coraline will have to fight with all her wit and all the tools she can find if she is to save herself and return to her ordinary life.

This beloved tale has now become a visual feast. Acclaimed artist P. Craig Russell brings Neil Gaiman’s enchanting nationally bestselling children’s book Coraline to new life in this gorgeously illustrated graphic novel adaptation.

I’ve read not one page of this book and I can already tell it’s going to be amazing. Don’t believe me? Go read a sample on Barnes & Noble.


Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color . . .

A lyrical, philosophical, and often explicit exploration of personal suffering and the limitations of vision and love, as refracted through the color blue. With Bluets, Maggie Nelson has entered the pantheon of brilliant lyric essayists.

I’m giving David Mitchell one more chance as I absolutely detested The Bone Clocks by him. However, the one thing I’ve heard about his works is that they often can’t be perceived as good until you hit the very last page when everything comes together just to blow your mind.

Still, can you imagine how hard that must have been on the very first person to pick up one of his books? And how much harder it was for them to convince their bestie to keep reading, I know it’s hard, but the payoff is good?


A reluctant voyager crossing the Pacific in 1850; a disinherited composer blagging a precarious livelihood in between-the-wars Belgium; a high-minded journalist in Governor Reagan’s California; a vanity publisher fleeing his gangland creditors; a genetically modified “dinery server” on death-row; and Zachry, a young Pacific Islander witnessing the nightfall of science and civilisation — the narrators of Cloud Atlas hear each other’s echoes down the corridor of history, and their destinies are changed in ways great and small.


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