Like the samples you get from the carpet store: just a little patch to take home, hold up here, hold up there, to see if the whole rooms needs to be like this.
I mean, because it’s Powell’s Books, of course. But also for this:
Also in the pic: Jeremy Robert Johnson, the real Stephen Jones, Lisa Morton, Mr. King
Getting to a few of these kind of the year-after. But, man, they’re no less excellent for it:
Just finished rereading my favorite book of 2016, Grady Hendrix’s My Best Friend’s Exorcism, and I realized I’m kind of getting a shelf together, of books I come back to again and again. Books I can’t stay away from. Books that just hold more and more magic for me, each time through. I’ve heard that’s one definition of ‘literary’: a text that will keep unfolding and unfolding, the longer you look into it. I’d also add that, a really good novel, it can’t be spoiled, because its quality isn’t completely dependent upon its secret, its big reveal, on whodunnit. Corny as it sounds, it’s the journey, not the destination, yeah? Here’s my stack of books I’ve been journeying through for years, and will be journeying through for many more. I’ll put them in some semblance of order, starting at the top with stuff I used to read over and over, ending, I guess, with what I just reread, and trying not to include stuff I only reread because I was teaching it. Not that I haven’t taught a lot of these. But that was just an excuse to read them again.
And, there may even be some commentary about story: