There’s a reason this blog’s subtitle is “addicted to stories” and this pile of books is the proof. Here’s what happened: I went on a little vacation to Edinburgh, London, and Paris. I discovered several amazing bookstores (my overall favorite: Daunt Books Marylebone). And, of course, my impulsive side won out over any shred of reason, and this is the result. This beautiful pile of poetry, prose, essays, children’s literature, and photography (along with a humorous political book called F*ck You, 2016 that I somehow managed to leave out of this picture) was well worth lugging through train stations, airports, and hotels — and across the Atlantic — so I can slowly savor it over the coming months. All I can think is, bon apetit!