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Molly Young | The New York Times
It's My Party and I'll Read If I Want To — Reading Rhythms bills itself as a series of “reading parties,” where guests read silently for an hour and chat with strangers about the books they brought. (Just don’t call it a book club.) (last accessed on December 20.12.2023, 08.18, XNUMX:XNUMX a.m.; by the way, my readers can read the article free of charge)
“Just because a city never sleeps doesn’t mean it isn’t crammed with introverts …”
If I just think about the two books that are lying next to me right now, I'm afraid that no one would even begin to talk to me about them: Phoenix by HG Wells or The Making of the Atomic Bomb by Richard Rhodes.
And the man with the ancient book of John O'Donohue under his arm, probably thinking he's on an analogue Tinder session. But maybe he's just a philosophy student in his 30th semester; I got to know such examples during my own studies, but that probably amounts to the same thing.
