I went to the Hoboken Arts and Music festival today. It’s very fun and very crowded. We saw Micky Dolenz of the Monkees, and I got some excellent nachos.
I wasn’t planning on buying anything, but Symposia bookstore had a booth and all fiction was $3. I found four books, and one of them was The Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman. I’ve heard wonderful things about this book. My Mom loves it and recommends it highly.
I know blurbs can overrate things, but this one made me decide to read the book immediately:
An aphrodisiac for the sense receptors. Read a chapter, then step outside and voila: The sky is a deeper blue, the birds sing a sweeter song. How could the world seem otherwise, after feasting on voluptuous prose like this? -Chicago Tribune
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