Sometimes when you are broke, there are very few ways to indulge in self-gratification. I am thinking of two in particular and I’m pretty sure you can guess what one of them is. If you guessed reading, you are right! You don’t win anything, sorry. But you do get

Alright Broke-Ass Bookworm Brooklynites* you’ve been waiting all year for it, the Brooklyn Book Festival. And if you haven’t been yet, what took you so long? It’s an all day completely FREE celebration of all things literary. Noted authors come from all over to participate in talks and readings. Among

Zines are a broke-ass creative’s best friend.  They’re hella cheap to make, independently published, and– just like Pokemon cards– super fun to collect and trade ‘cause you gotta catch ‘em all.  Zines are the best, which is why I am so excited for Brooklyn College Library’s new zine section (as

What’s the best way to honor the unspoken nod between booze and books? Start a book club at a bar, right? That’s just what two two sisters who concocted the “Books and Booze” book club did. It’s hosted monthly at their literary and libation haven, Two Sisters Bar and Books

When was the last time you actually bought a book? Since most of us read our news, tweets and blogs online, some people feel books just add clutter to their lives and prefer to read off of their Kindle. However, some of us are old-fashioned and like to have an

Patti Smith is pretty much the quintessential New York icon.  No matter how you slice it, that lady is badass.  For this reason, the whole of New York City– and hip people everywhere– collectively peed their pants over her recent book about her relationship with artist Robert Mapplethorpe, Just Kids.

  My babysitting days were the richest days of my life.  Okay, so maybe I only babysat the 4-year-old down the street every once in awhile– whenever his mother decided that she wanted to change out of her San Diego Chargers Ryan Leaf jersey into her San Francisco 49ers Jerry

Thursdays mean story time for us at our local public library.  I have to admit that I did not seek it out when I became a SAHM; instead I literally stumbled upon it. Six months ago, my son and I were out for a walk, and I noticed a line