The books we’ve forgotten still made an impression on us, settled somewhere in the corners of our minds. The answers are pretty straightforward, I think. And as Hornby acknowledges later “Boredom and, very occasionally, despair are part of the reading life.” So why do we bother, and why do we do the work? Maybe there was something about a peculiar stepfather?”). Readers knows there’s always a crowded bookshelf waiting, even as books we loved start to fade from memory and cry out to be read again (“But when I tried to recall anything about it other than its excellence, I failed. Every month he lists what he bought, what he read, and every month the list of what he bought outgrows his reading despite steady efforts, occasionally thrown off when he’s caught up in football matches, or his children. A collection of fourteen months of his essays from Believer magazine, The Polysyllabic Spree is honest, smart, and down to earth. Nobody can accuse Nick Horby of failing to be himself. Originally published in The Danforth Review, 2007
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