Yesterday was the 13th anniversary of the launch of Bookreporter.com. While I got some emails telling me that this means we should have a bar mitzvah, no one mentioned that we are now in our teen years. And you know how feisty teens can be. I think that label very much suits us. I wrote a blog piece where I share a bit of what this experience has been like for the last dozen plus one year and thank the folks who make it happen every week. You can read it here.

One of my favorite things to do on a hot summer day is swim in my pool or just drift in the water and relax on a floating chair with a book. I can't believe we're nearing the end of August. We know some of you are back in school already, and others like my sons will be heading back to school soon. Where did this summer go? To everyone, soak in these last few weeks of summer with some good books.

The past two weeks have been insanely hot here in New York City, so I’ve spent a good deal of my time inside, where I can crank the A/C and read without looking like I’ve just run a marathon (which, trust me, I haven’t). I’m one of those perpetually hot-blooded people; it has to be seriously freezing for me to consider turning the heat on, and even then, I use it sparingly. I figure summer is my time to even out my carbon footprint.