What is the best book you've read this year? Need to refresh your memory? The lists are beginning to roll out. Additionally, there are always the award winners. In the land of fiction, "Good Lord Bird" by James McBride (our second Princeton Reads author, circa 2006) is this year's National Book Award winner.
Sunday, October 20th marks the official kickoff of this year's Princeton Reads.We're planning on seeing you at 10 am for the family fun garbage bag race (we're supplying the bags). The run commences at Princeton High School, and ends at the library where there will be a pep rally, and all sorts of fun activities. Continue reading
At 80, Oliver Sacks is mercury. Last year, aged 79, he was gold. In a New York Times opinion piece published last week, “The Joy of Old Age. (No Kidding.),” the famed professor of neurology and author ruminates about his life in connection with elements, mortality, and, yes, the joy of it all.
I was in a serious collision this past week. No injuries were sustained. It was a collision of goodness that began with a trip to BookExpo America at the Javits Center. This annual convention of publishers and authors touting their forthcoming releases is Mecca for the book set.
In the market for a good book? Taking a trip, and looking for some travel guides? Take a few minutes and try Book It, a new service to help you discover your next favorite book, or just what you need before you take that trip to Italy. We will deliver a list of suggested titles based on information you provide within a week's time.
Simon & Schuster recently held a breakfast for librarians to showcase its summer list. A way to build buzz and generate excitement for the objects of our desire (books!), these publishing events are a highly anticipated outing. Below are some titles to look out for. They're not in our catalog yet, but rest assured, they will be.
Coffee and I have a love affair that has been raging ever since I was a little girl, accompanying my dad to Chock Full o’Nuts on West 57th, across from Carnegie Hall. It’d be after dance lessons that we’d go for a treat. He’d have his straight up, while I had hot chocolate, waiting to discover why my father could not be parted from a steady stream of black coffee.