1. Brian Gresko, Ed., WHEN I FIRST HELD YOU. Anthology of writing about fatherhood. I have a piece in it. People I am giving away my heart FOR FREE here. Just take it.
  2. Orhan Pamuk, THE BLACK BOOK. The Washington Post called it "a glorious flight of dark fantastic invention." But whatever, that's fine.
  3. Evelyn Waugh, THE LOVED ONE. It's about a funeral parlor. My mom loves this book. I hate it. Plus I have two more copies that are nicer.
  4. Christies catalog for the sale of the Archimedes Palimpsest, a key document in the history of science. I went to this auction because it was near my office and sounded cool. That was before I had kids, when I was an interesting person.
  5. Naomi Novik, books 3 and 4 of the Temeraire series. I love this series, I don't know why I even put them out, except that it bugged me that I was missing book 2. I don't even know who I am anymore.
  6. Julia Kristeva, THE LANGUAGE OF DESIRE. Not even my book. This is my wife's book from grad school. Probably given to her by some guy who wasn't me. Just take it. You don't have to read it.
  7. BULL SPEC from fall 2012. Not even a book, a local science fiction magazine from North Carolina. Kij Johnson reviewed one of my books in it. She is such a genius that I never dared to look and see what she said. Somebody just get it off my stoop.
  8. James McNeill Whistler, THE GENTLE ART OF MAKING ENEMIES. My mom gave me this book. Who would even give their child this book? What does that even mean? Fuck, this copy is literally from 1916. OK I'm taking it back. You win Mom.
  9. Wyndham Lewis, facsimile edition of his legendary 1914 Vorticist magazine BLAST. No takers. My neighborhood is bullshit.