A Serial Killer Walks Into a Bookstore (opens in new tab)

The Last Reader I’m just sitting down at a table at the back of the bookstore café with a stack of books and an iced coffee, and the woman at the next table, thirtyish, dreadlocks, librarian glasses, nose ring, leans over and says, “Skip that one.” With her chin she points to the paperback with […] The post appeared first on .