Hi readers, Greetings from a beautiful, snowy Brooklyn. Today feels more special and worthy of celebration than that other, chocolate-bloated "holiday" waiting in the wings — these days, a storybook snowfall is a reason to grin. And truthfully, I've never been a fan of Valentine's Day, no matter if I'm happily single, happily coupled or hissing at strangers. I'm in the minority here, I know. Are you feeling fizzy and hopeful? You might appreciate our romance columnist's latest round-up, full of books that delight in how we find small moments of joy, even when life feels overwhelming. Or maybe you're in the rueful, grouchy camp. Try this list, for people who've kissed their fair share of frogs. To be clear: I'm not down on love. I just happen to think it's vastly more interesting outside of romantic contexts. I mean the soul-changing spark between friends, between a parent and child, between a cerebral human and a dog. I could go on, but the point is that sometimes what we feel we desperately lack is already close at hand. Or at least on a nearby shelf. See you next week.
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Tuesday, February 13, 2024
The Book Review: Snow day reading
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