I have spent probably hundreds of hours standing across from a map of the Washington Metro system, but only this morning did I notice something about the way it is explained in the legend.
I have spent probably hundreds of hours standing across from a map of the Washington Metro system, but only this morning did I notice something about the way it is explained in the legend.
“I wish you would have worn a different shirt.”
“Please stop staring at that man.”
“Stick ‘em up.”
Kris nodded to the cashier with all the authority she could muster despite being only 28 percent sure of her plan.
“Did you say sticky bun?” the young barista asked.
Say what you will about 2016, but it was an above average year. At least, when it comes to my reading.
Most of the John Steinbeck books I own are from the same Penguin Classics series, and one thing I like about them (other than the pleasing symmetry of their cover designs) is that they have an introduction by an academic putting the novel into its historical context.
If I could pick any video game to come to life, I might go with Crazy Taxi. The ability to drive like an absolute maniac and not have anyone care while also doing no damage to the car or (I think) people, would be incredibly fun.
Back in June, a lot of people around my age freaked out.
“Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares” was one of the most fun reads I’ve ever encountered, so when a sequel appeared — “The Twelve Days of Dash & Lily” — obviously I had no choice but to dive in.
I was 100 pages into Helen Simonson’s “The Summer Before the War” when I remembered there was a war.
