Henry was born at Stanford Hospital in 1996, and has been a Kepler's customer ever since. One of his fondest Kepler's memories is the midnight release of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" in 2007. Eleven-year-old Henry found being at Kepler's at midnight very edgy and exciting, indeed. He went to college on the East Coast, but has always had the Bay Area in his heart. His favorite genres include science fiction, essays, journalism, and literary fiction (which sounds very fancy, but really just means fictional books that don't fit neatly into any specific category).
A rumination on modern media, popular culture, and technology, this book takes a unique approach to a complex series of questions. When a man tries to make sense of the world around him, what will he find? Can one truly “find” anything, or is it always just out of reach?
A book that delves into the contemporary human condition without blinking an eye. --Henry
Hunter S. Thompson was, in this humble bookseller’s opinion, one of the greatest writers this country has ever seen. He took on politics, sports, popular culture, class, and everything in between with a sharp-eyed and drug-fueled energy that exposed our subconscious to ourselves.
Nothing was out of bounds for Thompson, both in his writing and his personal life. That made him a complicated individual, and such complexity is reflected in his writing. --Henry
One of the perennial classics of science fiction, this book is filled with locations and characters that will hang in your memory after the book is back on your shelf. An allegory and an adventure, this is a tale of considerable breadth and depth.
Treacherous sand dunes, cunning warriors, terrifying giant worms, vicious villains, fascinating cultures, this book has it all! --Henry
This book is as enigmatic as it is fascinating, filled with vivid descriptions, unnerving anecdotes, and searing satire. This is Thompson at his best, delving into the excesses of American culture and the ragged edge of human consciousness.
Reading this is like watching a man on LSD walking along a tightrope thousands of feet above a pit filled with ticking time bombs. You just can’t look away. --Henry
