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Ah, self-help. Walk through any bookstore or library and chances are you’ve seen a self-help book–maybe one even caused you to pause for a moment. And who can blame you? The allure of self-help is hard to deny. 

Defining historical fiction seems like it should be straightforward–a novel that takes place in the past–but different people interpret it surprisingly differently.

“I volunteer as tribute!”
--Katniss Everdeen, The Hunger Games

Stories about uncovering hidden crimes (with or without supernatural assistance) go back a long way in many cultures. A Sophocles play from about 425 BCE–Oedipus the King–was an early example.

When Bong Joon Ho, the great South Korean director of Parasite, accepted the Golden Globe for Best Foreign Language Film in 2020, he laughingly told the audience, “

Autumn is often called the spooky season, and people naturally gravitate toward reading horror novels during the fall. I contend that horror should be read year round and my coworker Liz agrees!

We sing (or maybe just talk) the praises of audiobooks and their benefits.

Who would have known that my love of dogs would take me on a journey to a whole new, captivating world?

When I was a young adult, I was mostly all about movies. The only books I read were the Sweet Valley High series. My English-lit-major mother tried to introduce other types of books, to no avail.

I’m not going to lie—I used to roll my eyes at the thought of reading romance. I thought it was all fluff and cheesy innuendos without any substance (shirtless Fabio, anyone?). Many friends and colleagues felt otherwise, and they weren’t alone.