“I believe that within every great reader there are multitudes of people, and you have to open yourself to all of them. I love British chick lit and I love Proust. Don’t judge yourself! There are so many kinds of writing that are great but bear no relation to each other. ‘A Book of Memories’ by Peter Nadas is like climbing a mountain. ‘Cutting for Stone’ is like going down a waterslide.”
—Sarah McNally, owner of McNally Jackson Books in NYC as quoted in the New York Times profile. (Word to the wise: follow the bookstore’s Tumblr.)
My favorite part is where we’re characterized as “determinedly Wi-Fi-free”—it’s definitely not because no one can figure out how to make the Wi-Fi work consistently and send customers back and forth between asking at the cafe and asking at the cash register how to log in. Nope. Definitely not that. Determined!
My favorite part of this is that my boyfriend has spent the past year teasing me about MY dreamy boss, and then I see this “clear-eyed Canadian waif” or whatever they call her. So fucking busted.
Also: this article is so insane in so many ways that I feel moved to, but will refrain from, making a bullet list.
