Books (fiction books, at least) are a way to step into another plane for a time, where you can forget (at least for a little while) the difficulties of "now." I have shelves upon shelves of books - each one containing at least one Lilliputian world to be visited - and a ton of these books have still never been read. My physical TBR (to-be-read) pile is quite big, my Amazon wish list is bigger, and the list of books I've put into Notes on my iPhone but never added to my Amazon wish list is massive. I have a bibliophilia problem.
|Statue of Liberty|
I love this city. I love that, in every corner of the world, you can find someone who'll ID NYC based on the Statue of Liberty, or the Empire State Building, or creepy Times Square Elmo. I love that in my current commute I can tell what station I'm at without even looking up - not because I'm listening (I'm not, I'm plugged in like everyone else is), but because 34th Street/Herald Square smells like cabbage farts - it's like a little personal alert that the next stop is mine!
|Creepy Elmo & Co.|
|Massages in Chelsea|
I love that what books you can get from the library is essentially unlimited because there are so many interconnected locations in NYC (unless of course you have fees because you're bad at returning books, not that I would know what that's like - Dear NYPL, I'm sorry. You'll note that I became a donor last year - a Friend of the Library - I hope that forgives my trespasses. Thank you.) I love that you could do something new in the city every day - eat somewhere new, or try a new bar, or go to Trivia Night (I don't) - for the next year and never repeat.
|The Bronx, inexplicably|
On Fridays, we review books. Stay tuned. And welcome back.