It's a short little book that, despite being an absolutely zany satire, packs a serious emotional punch. And it's hilarious.

Banffy's insights into the failures of politics, both through corruption and through incompetence, seem absolutely relevant to modern America.

Please read this book with me because everybody who reads it gets to enter a meadow where we can dance and die together.

Meyer spent five years researching and writing The Son, reading some 300 books on Texas, teaching himself how to hunt with a bow, and shooting a buffalo so he could experience what it was like to drink its blood.

Bone Map was a reminder of how it felt to be devastated, made new by poetry. I can’t expect much more from a book.

I am writing this on a Friday, and I'm supposed to have a baby on Tuesday.

I took Pulphead by John Jeremiah Sullivan on my summer vacation, and nothing will ever be the same.

Let me tell you, I read seven shades of shit out of Peck Peck Peck, a delightfully illustrated picaresque romp about a baby woodpecker who goes around pecking a lot of household items under the tutelage of his father, also a woodpecker, before finally settling down to sleep.

It’s a book I sank into as a reader, and a book I know I’ll come back to study as a writer.

Robert Moses had more influence over the entire tri-state region -- and arguably the entire United States -- than any other person in the 20th century. It’s incredible how he operated “legally” outside of the reach of any legal authorities

I am hard-pressed to remember the last time I encountered a work of fiction that captures the interior lives of its characters, in addition to the land itself, with as much complexity and brutality and love and guts and beauty and strange, piercing insight.

This is a terrific novel. I couldn't help wishing, as I did with so much of what I read this year, that my old man was still around, that I might recommend it to him.

The opportunity to think with another mind is my preferred mode of travel.

This book is a draught of cold air, a slap in the face, a wakeup call.

The book made me feel -- in the smartest, most graceful way -- like it was a lantern held up to deeply interior recesses of my own soul.

I don't say "read this!" about a lot of things that I read, because I read a lot of odd things that not everybody would like. But it's hard for me to imagine a reader coming away from History: A Novel unmoved.

I love a book that tears me to shreds -- and, on the sentence level, soars to the heavens.

Recently, I have begun reading with my eyes closed.