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“Picking up a paper this morning, it suddenly struck me that Napoleon (whose 245th birthday falls today) must be one of the few people who actually experienced that age-old question: ‘If you were stranded on a desert island, what would you read?’”

This week’s staff picks, including the worst video game ever made, Napoleon’s desert island reads, and Salinger’s Ring Lardner.

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

My favourite book, by a wide margin, was An Imperial Affliction, but I didn’t like to tell people about it. Sometimes, you read a book and it fills with you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
—  The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

September

Fitting I gave myself to you
In a month where the wind lies change
Through colored leaves but brisk mornings
A part of me was exchanged

You have all of me now
Even the pieces that shatter and sever
But you cradle them so vigilantly
In the midst of each endeavor

In the chapters of you
There are pages of every kind
I plunge into this crave to learn
Every new detail I find

And in all the truths that I’ve read and read
Lie in the melodies that dance in my head:

You are a summerside sunflower,
You are a resolution of the New Year,
You are a map to the clouds,
You are a Christmas kind of cheer

It is if I’ve found a chandelier
In the most desolate corridor
Or a tree in a barren space —
The loveliest of sycamores

There was a garden that I
Swore to let nobody go
Where secrets were imprisoned
And no one could ever know

But my plea for peace of mind
Was granted when we became us
Then my soul began to sing
Those dreams of wanderlust:

You are the life in New York City,
You are the home in L.A,
You are the northern lights in Anchorage,
You are the moon that paves the way

And even if the birds someday
Forget to fly south for winter
And even if the sky decides
It’s best to crumble and splinter

Each promise is still a gift
Each promise will always be
Each gift I’ve given away
Each gift was given honestly

Because your rosy heart-shaped lips
Make me cherish every single second
With every word you breathe
I believe your spirit has beckoned

And there is a filmstrip in mind that plays
This anecdote I’ll always remember —
That one afternoon I gave you all
In the heart of this September

—  Brittany Hottmann, 365daysofdarkness 
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