my favorites

I cherish books. More than whatever else. More than nourishment. Poo, more than neatness. More than companions (sorry, everybody). I'd preferably perused about a city than visit it. I'd preferably perused a man's work than speak with them. What's more, some of the time, instead of read a book, I'd quite perused a book about books. Regardless of whether it's a past filled with a specific book (like Maureen Corrigan's superb So We Read On) or a specific distributer (like Boris Kachka's interesting Hothouse) or a specific essayist's work (like Claudia Roth Pierpont's splendid Roth Unbound) or a specific gathering of authors (like Christopher Bram's lighting up Eminent Outlaws), I'm on top of it. Truth be told, it's most likely my most loved classification: books on books.