![]() I searched for exceptions to our reverential histories. The things that I find most interesting in our daily lives-sex, clothes, food, and drinking-are minimized or omitted. Many of our historians seem to be content to give American history a soothing, sleepy gravitas-to tell our story as a backlit series of images. A few years ago, somewhere between the history stacks at a store in Boston and the health/addiction section of a store in Washington, D.C., I realized that drinking behavior has been left out of many accounts of American history. Wandering around bookstores is also how I discover what I want to write about. I will mindlessly pick up the book, just to have a look, and somehow, before I know it, hours have passed, it is three in the morning, I have been reading all night, and I haven’t made any calls, done any work, or had any sleep. It might be a hardcover I have bought, or just something in my e-reader’s new-releases list. Often, I find myself eyeing a book in the late afternoon when I am tired of working. I don’t drink liquor or use drugs or eat sugar anymore, but books still have the power to enthrall and derail me. I joke that I suffer from CRD: compulsive reading disorder. There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away, Emily Dickinson wrote, and in the friendly harbors of the independent bookstores I found many, many frigates. Suddenly every street in Manhattan and every town in New England seemed to have a storefront stacked with gleaming, colorful covers and delicious, meaty paperbacks. But it was when I started publishing books in my 30s and we entered the golden age of independent bookstores that I crossed a line and my addiction took off. I came of age as a reader and writer in independent bookstores, beginning with Henry Krinsky’s Books ’n’ Things in Ossining, N.Y., where we lived, and Gotham Book Mart and Brentano’s on trips to the city. (The book was Wilkie Collins’s The Woman in White.) Once, when I claimed to be too sick to get out of bed and go to school, my father took a look at the bedcovers-and the outline of the book underneath them-and let me stay home. Literary credentials? It didn’t matter then, and it doesn’t matter now. When my father wasn’t looking, I devoured Louisa May Alcott, Nancy Drew, and dozens of Archie and Veronica comics. ![]() My first books-by William Makepeace Thackeray, Charles Dickens, and George Eliot-were handed down to me by my father and were my strong stuff. ![]() INK+ALLOY functions on a rolling subscription model, so your order will ship 1-2 business days after you've placed it and then recur on that same day each month.I am a reading addict. Keep Track of Your Subscriptions: Add this box to your subscription list or wishlist! Other Things You Should KnowĬan you still get this box if you sign up today? Yes, but you might receive a different colorway. Love the discount & the value feels there to me. ![]() For August I was sent a pair of beaded earrings that retails for $25. Value Breakdown: The INK+ALLOY Insider subscription costs $20 per month + free shipping. I love this iteration on hoops earrings and I'm really pleased with the mint color combo I received. VerdictĪfter INK+ALLOY took a quick detour to the land of resin jewelry last month, I'm glad we're back in beaded territory. ![]() This is a pair I'll enjoy for a long time, I can tell.Ĭlick here to see the other colorways subscribers may have received. I wear a ton of warm tones, and I find that this subtle cool tone-sort of in the turquoise family-adds nice contrast. The shades of mint are totally my speed too. They dangle freely about and take themselves a little less seriously. How super fun are these? I have always thought hoop earrings were so iconic, but every time I've tried a pair on they didn't feel "me"-but front-facing hoops are a different story. ![]()
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