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GOOD Books is a weekly-round up of what we’re reading and what we wish we were reading.
Chances are that for most of you, summer has been over for a while. Beach days, long weekends, and vacations are images far back in the seasonal rearview mirror. The lemon juice has been washed out of your hair, and that itty-bitty, teeny-weeny yellow-polka dot bikini? Thrown to the back of a drawer and all but forgotten in favor of blazers, button-downs, and apparel made from more than a square foot of cloth.
GOOD Books is a weekly round-up of what we're reading and what we wish we were reading.
This has been the year of riots, from the earliest days of the Arab Spring in mid-January to the events in London over the past week. But riots are hardly a 21st-century invention: people across the world have rioted throughout history when they conclude they can't get the government's attention any other way.
GOOD Books is a weekly round-up of what we're reading and what we wish we were reading.
It’s summertime, and you’re stuck at home, with no money and nothing exotic to your name but leftover Moo Shu Chicken and some margarita mix. And while that might suffice as a cultural experience for most of the year, it's harder to make it work if half of your friends are out of the country on vacation, or if mom and dad left the continent without you (curse you, retirement!).
A year ago yesterday, I packed most of my stuff in a Honda Civic and began a rite of passage undertaken by countless New Englanders in search of mellow weather and vibes: I drove to California. Seventeen days and 20 states later, I arrived in Los Angeles.
For me and my partner in crime, the focal point of the trip was eating right. By 'right' I mean gorging on ribs in Texas, chiles in New Mexico, and everything we laid eyes on in New Orleans. A few books on road food and the Yelp app for my smart phone served as a our Bible.
