Mindy Kaling is funny. Really, really funny. To use a long, highly specific metaphor, she’s that one friend you catch up with over lunch one day but wind up sitting back and letting her dominate the entire conversation. However, you’re completely fine with it because you know she’s not an insufferable egotist, but simply infinitely better at telling stories than you could ever hope to be.
San Jose’s not exactly the first place you would think to head to for a book reading, especially given the plethora of literary events happening right here on campus. Daniel Handler, however, reading from his 2006 book “Adverbs” and introducing his forthcoming novel, “Why We Broke Up,” was well worth the trip.
In an age where everyone and their hamster has a blog, there is resistance to accept Internet writing into the world of “literature.” And, to be fair, the vast majority of writing on the Internet probably shouldn’t be considered “literature.” But with Boyle’s poetry collection, Muumuu House has found the kind of raw, honest writing that can, perhaps, only take place within a Blogger window.
George R. R. Martin has been dubbed the “American Tolkien.” He’s been on every bestseller list out there.
With classes and finals almost out of the way and the joys of summer about to begin, everyone needs a few good books to read on the beach, on the plane or during their commute to work, especially ones that aren’t textbooks or academic studies.
The Hunger Games,” the wildly popular post-apocalyptic book series written by Suzanne Collins, is rocking the entertainment industry as it comes to life for an upcoming movie adaptation by director Gary Ross.
On Monday evening, May 8, Stein Visiting Writer Charles Baxter culminated his stint at Stanford by reading a poem and a story.
I loved reading as a kid. The English major within me is a bit ashamed to say this, but my favorite books are still the books I read from when I was 11 or 12. There’s something really magical about that love of reading as a child, when you did it for the sake of doing it, when there were no papers to write or no class discussion to prepare for. Those were the days before I was trained to critically deconstruct everything I read, and I could completely lose myself in the narrative and the characters. I miss those days.