I am remembering only a small part of a book I recently read, which is making it difficult to Google.

I am trying to find a book I read when I was a kid (maybe a teen) in the ’70s or ’80s. It was old then, though.

That’s goddamn right.

Dog/family question!

I’ve been looking for a true crime novel that I remember reading about. Multiple searches have turned up nothing.

Nothing against flowers and/or chocolate for Valentine’s Day — but why not go with a lasts-forever, zero-calorie book from Indigo instead?

So, after being lucky enough to have a lovely wedding last month and a looong honeymoon, I am still dumb enough to have just one little bee in my bonnet that Will. Not. Die.

Reader Mike counts us down.

Beautiful Darling has a sweet nostalgic sadness to it, like its subject, the former James Slattery who became a Warhol-Factory “Superstar.”

“No, not that one, Nana; the other one, with Sherlock.”