While looking at each other through binoculars in my bedroom, I told Mike that Year-End Lists are sort of fun until you’ve read a few. After that, the nostalgia becomes overwhelming, like finding the old trunk that contains all of your old comic books and junior high love letters. It makes me wonder if bloggers call each other on the phone the night before they post their lists; like 6th grade girls, they coordinate Top-Albums instead of outfits. This is kind of like how Mike accidentally left my copy of Under the Banner of Heaven at some seedy motel in [...]