Usually there's some kind of essay that goes here. This week I don't have one. But I do have links: to the essay I wrote about the narrative failures of Girls (and The New York Times' recommendation of it), and Booklist's starred review of GRACE AND THE FEVER, and an invitation to its book party (New York's coming soon, 6/7, save the date!), and the perpetual invitation to pre-order it, from Skylight or another independent bookstore.

I also have the thing I would have built an essay around, if I had the time or patience or energy: the moment Wednesday when I was in boxing class doing bag drills, just starting to really sweat about it, one two one two one two one two, right left uppercut uppercut left hook right hand, and the perfume that I'd put on in the morning, which had mostly petered out by the late afternoon, rose up from me like a sweet little ghost. It curled around my ears. It was such a funny surprise, like a gift I'd given myself and then forgotten to open: a tiny reminder that there are a lot of different ways to take care of yourself, and that it is possible to build and build yourself up.