Let me be clear. This one is on me. This was my bad Whenever we finish a book that we love, we commit that author’s name to memory and keep track of what they’re working on. When Junot Diaz finishes his next book, I’ll know. Because I (non-creepily) adore him. But sometimes I forget about the flip side-when we finish a book we despise, we need to remember, to burn the author’s name into our retinas as to remind ourselves to never waste our time […]