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.
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.
“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.
Sabaa Tahir’s “A Torch Against the Night” began on this enthusiastic note with reading buddy Brooke:
@cjhannas Bring on the crazy YA-angstventures!— Brooke Shelby (@txtingmrdarcy) September 8, 2016
“Tell me what you think. I got 30 pages in and I’m close to giving up.”
My friend emailed me that in reference to Dave Eggers’ “Heroes of the Frontier.” I was on page 25 at the time, and I could definitely understand the sentiment.
I have no interest in living in a haunted house.
I knew that before reading David Mitchell’s “Slade House,” but now I’m more sure of my stance on the issue.
Before I started reading Haruki Murakami’s “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running,” I had already decided to run every day this month.
It’s never a bad idea to step back and re-examine conventional wisdom. After all, just because things have been done the same way doesn’t mean that’s the best way to do them, right?
A great novel, or any piece of art really, picks you up from where you are and immerses you in another place.
I had an old boss who apparently would have been right at home in 1950.