Sex Libris

A blogger in love with libraries. There is something erotic about these places – and I don’t mean the occasional tryst in the stacks. The space you read in matters. When I think back of my fondest reading memories, several are in the Bodleian at Oxford and the Widener at Harvard. The hush of the reading rooms, the turn-on of a great book, the spasm of what you thought was an original thought, which lasts about as long as a male orgasm: it’s better than porn.