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These are books. They’re in such sorry state because their owner is either too lazy or too broke to buy a decent bookshelf. The apartment that their owner moved in to a month ago was not pre-furnished and “on the floor and against the wall” was apparently the best he could do. Their previous home was a dry and fairly comfortable closet. Now they are poorly arranged along a narrow corridor leading to the bathroom. Their owner, who is given to refer to himself in the third person but is inclined to read fiction written in the first-person narrative mode, has promised to move them to higher ground. He thinks the cupboard above the kitchen sink is a good place to start.

These are books. They’re in such sorry state because their owner is either too lazy or too broke to buy a decent bookshelf. The apartment that their owner moved in to a month ago was not pre-furnished and “on the floor and against the wall” was apparently the best he could do. Their previous home was a dry and fairly comfortable closet. Now they are poorly arranged along a narrow corridor leading to the bathroom. Their owner, who is given to refer to himself in the third person but is inclined to read fiction written in the first-person narrative mode, has promised to move them to higher ground. He thinks the cupboard above the kitchen sink is a good place to start.

“Bookslut.” That’s the immediate SMS reply I got from Don after I told him (read: bragged) about my newly acquired copy of The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick. Well, I can’t say I don’t agree. Hugo Cabret was not without its companion when I purchased it a few hours ago. According to plan, it was joined by a freshly printed commemorative copy of Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird. Being the indefatigable bookslut that I admittedly am, I’m absolutely open to the idea of a ménage à trois with these two lovelies in the coming days. I guess I should mention that while I’m just about to get to know Hugo Cabret, Mockingbird and I happen to be old pals, having previously done it in the back of a van cruising down Kennon Road seven summers ago. Spending time with both should be a lot of fun. With any luck, I might even get them to participate in an orgy with me, Ballard (Crash), Winterson (Sexing the Cherry), Easton Ellis (Less Than Zero), Kinney (Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules), and the rest of the gang.

“Bookslut.”

That’s the immediate SMS reply I got from Don after I told him (read: bragged) about my newly acquired copy of The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick. Well, I can’t say I don’t agree.

Hugo Cabret was not without its companion when I purchased it a few hours ago. According to plan, it was joined by a freshly printed commemorative copy of Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird. Being the indefatigable bookslut that I admittedly am, I’m absolutely open to the idea of a ménage à trois with these two lovelies in the coming days. I guess I should mention that while I’m just about to get to know Hugo Cabret, Mockingbird and I happen to be old pals, having previously done it in the back of a van cruising down Kennon Road seven summers ago.

Spending time with both should be a lot of fun. With any luck, I might even get them to participate in an orgy with me, Ballard (Crash), Winterson (Sexing the Cherry), Easton Ellis (Less Than Zero), Kinney (Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules), and the rest of the gang.

It’s two books, actually. One is Brian Selznick’s The Invention of Hugo Cabret, a copy of which, a Fully Booked customer service rep just informed me, already has my name on it. The other is the 50th anniversary edition of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, whose official Facebook page and, by extension, gorgeous cover, I just “liked”—something I rarely ever do, not even to “you,” “to move it move it,” and “big butts and I cannot lie.”

It’s two books, actually. One is Brian Selznick’s The Invention of Hugo Cabret, a copy of which, a Fully Booked customer service rep just informed me, already has my name on it. The other is the 50th anniversary edition of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, whose official Facebook page and, by extension, gorgeous cover, I just “liked”—something I rarely ever do, not even to “you,” “to move it move it,” and “big butts and I cannot lie.”