Between the Lines

I spotted this bright yellow book on the new releases shelf at the local library and was immediately intrigued by the concept. And yeah, I enjoyed it. But I think I would have loved it had more of the book readers been interviewed in a genuinely organic way. Instead, what we have here is largely a curation of memorably expressive writers, artists, and activists—already connected to the author, one suspects—who meticulously choose their outfits to match their favorite books, which they just happen to be carrying with them as a sort of personal manifesto. The actual people who read books on the subway in New York on, say, a Tuesday morning or a Saturday night are interesting enough in their ordinariness, aren’t they?

TL;DR: Less posturing, more serendipity, please!