I brought my new girlfriend out to rural Pennsylvania to meet my mother and my 40,000 books. Our first morning after arriving, lying on my mother’s couch, I asked her if she’d want to move in together. “I would,” she said. I then asked her, hesitantly, what she’d think about a factory loft, with bookshelves for walls. Her eyes widened. “I’d love it,” she said.
Just added to The List and the Story: My Aughts