A recommendation from the lovely Mrs. Rainy Day. The laddishness gets on my wick after a while, but the recipes are “fantastic”. As he says himself.

Bless Nigella and her bounty. Never knowingly undercatered.

We’ll see…

On a cold night, the porcupines cuddle together to get warm. Then they scurry apart as their quills poke each other. Luepnitz is a shrink who tells loving stories about her patients’ similar difficulties with intimacy, and how they worked through them. She writes beautifully.

Wonderful non-fiction essay on a Hmong family getting treated in the Californian public health system, and the miscommunications that resulted. We say “Where are you coming from?” but we rarely wait for a reply. Fadiman does.

Okay, it’s for work—but I love this stuff. Ries’ laws are so basic. And so hard to do.

How do new products get named? I’ve done this before, and it’s much harder than it looks. Frankel is smart-alecky, but the subject is interesting enough to carry it.

It looks embarrassingly self-helpful, but it’s a curmudgeon’s account of the debasement of eros in our modern culture of “relationships.” Bloom feels that only the classics can show us the way back, and so he takes a walk through Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Stendahl and co. I like this highbrow Chicken Little stuff.

She is wonderful. This book explores how biography constructs a subject—in this case, a woman who had more people telling her stories than she deserved.