One of our favorite things to do in New York is pop into an independent bookstore and walk out with the first three titles that grab our eye. Yes, we’re knowingly overpaying for titles (thank you, Amazon) but we tell ourselves that we’re paying for the experience of discovery. Overnight it seems we’ve become voracious readers. It’s the subways here. Spend two hours a day on a train and see how long it takes for your “incredibly original” band’s new album to get old. We’ll spare you the social experiment—it’s three days...

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