[sara] nelson describes herself as an insomniac who is "ravenous for books," and she structures [so many books, so little time: a year of passionate reading] as a record of a single year's reading, during which time she devours everything from j. m. coetzee to somerset maugham to mary higgins clark to a dictionary of hipster slang. from this starting point, nelson examines phenomena that will make many readers smile with recognition: the false importance of an overhyped book, the recommendation from a friend that makes you think less of your friend, and, most dreaded of all, the book you feel guilty for not having read.

- leo carey, "book currents: now paging," new yorker october 6, 2003

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