April books: the books you read with a window cracked open, letting in the smell of new grass. The kind you flip through lazily on a park bench, feeling virtuous for finally sitting outside. In April the days stretch, juuuust a little longer, and the first true rains of the season drum against the windows—not the relentless, chaotic, personality-disordered downpours of March, but the gentler, softer showers that turn the world green overnight.There’s something about this month—half spring, half ...
Published on April 02, 2025 23:36