"Listen, I'm going to be honest here: half the books in my apartment (WALLFLOWER AT THE ORGY; I FEEL BAD ABOUT MY NECK; anything Sloane Crosley has written; THE BRIEF AND WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO; the Old Testament) have names written in them that aren't mine."

-Jessie Malle at Nerve.com on the rewards and risks of lending books to lovers. Once I lent a guy MIDDLEMARCH after he heard me gushing about it, only to have him sheepishly return it some months later because he couldn't see himself actually reading it. I guess I could have been mad, but it's worked out pretty well so far.