Books. In Park Slope, we reads 'em to impress the nine single people left in the neighborhood, , writes 'em if we're JSF and Amy Sohn, and sometimes we talks about 'em really loudly on trains in order to score book deals. Usually though, we takes 'em to Prospect Park and laze galliantly in the sun with our Frenchtons and Six Points.
So, I ask, Park Slope: What's on your summer reading list? Fiction? Non-fiction? All of your back issues of The Paris Review and High Times? Ukelele for Dummies? I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours. (And yes, the above picture is me showing you mine--that's my desk at work after I went fucking insane on a Thursday at 4:00pm. Xanax-induced cleaning spree FTW.)
Hot damn, you literary fiends turn me on.