Long Reads

It has been part of my life for so long that I have woven it into the fabric of my personality and sense of self.

Don’t you all see how fun this is? I wanted to cry out. Instead, I whispered, “Yeah, b-b-books are weird,” and hid Junie B. Jones in my backpack. My classmates treated books the way I sometimes treated Girl Scout girls: with cold, eight-year-old contempt.

A man faces his estranged father and the Ultra-Orthodox Jewish community he had left behind years ago.