commitment.

There’s a movie my family loves called Million Dollar Arm, and it basically stars Jon Hamm as this guy who recruits some kids from India to come play baseball in the U.S., and while they’re training they live in his house and he freaks out because he’s a bachelor and doesn’t know how to have […]

delightfully, literarily sick.

Yesterday, somewhere in the middle of the Nevada desert, I finished Death Comes for the Archbishop. The title gives away the end, if you’re wondering. But everything before is great. I’ve said this before about several other books (A Study in Scarlet, Doctor Zhivago, the Divergent trilogy), but DCftA gave me a delightful sick feeling […]