I started to wonder what kind of sex creep stuff Mary Shelley was into, but then I remembered she kept her dead husbands heart after his cremation and now I’m completely prepared for the worst. Also a friend with Lord Byron.

Well that’s a bummer to find out, but not totally unsurprising.

Remember to support your local bookseller.

In addition to alienating your customer base being a bad move, I can tell the quality of Forbes editing staff has gone down be the fact they let "Week" pass for "Weak".

I love that keyboard! Skeetskeet!

Tell me your dad’s a cop without saying it.