A few years ago, I started reverting to my high-school-senior self every December and awarding yearbook-style superlatives to the best books I read that year in various categories. I fully intend to do that again this year, but it occurred to me today that the rest of the books in my apartment, some of which I’ve owned for decades, have been getting shafted just because they’re old. I’ve grown so used to seeing them every day that I sometimes forget to give them any attention. So today’s post is dedicated to them.
There are somewhere between 900 and 1000 books in this apartment, so doing a “best of” is pretty much impossible. Instead, I’ve picked some more interesting categories for my superlatives. Enjoy.



This is possibly my favorite book ever in the history of books, and to make sure I never have to be away from it for long, I bought a second copy and used it to collage my kitchen wall. It’s the first thing I see when I walk into my apartment. See? (It took a friend and me eight hours to lay all these pictures out and paste them down.)




