In This Issue

Recently, I invited some friends over for dinner, which inevitably led to the moment when I wander from the table in search of a book I just recommended. Nothing gives me pleasure quite like placing a beloved text into the hands of a new reader. Overeager is probably the best adjective for it. Foisting, the best verb. There's a healthy chance I am more gratified by the exchange than the recipient. I'm not usually concerned with getting it back, either. Lots of people demand their books get returned--understandably!--or don't let friends borrow them at all. But I have just one rule: you can't keep it. Take it home, read it, love it, read it again if you like! Afterward, I only ask that you either return it, or give it to someone else. If I never see it again, I like to imagine that somewhere, there's a reader who's just as delighted with it as I was.