After years of riding the C train downtown to work and sneaking peeks of other commuters' copies of the New York Post over their shoulders, it's surreal to see South Pole Station named as one of the paper's "29 Best Books of the Summer." I'm outclassed by the likes of Tom Perotta, Ruth Ware, W. Kamau Bell, and other luminaries, but man if I'm not grateful to be the canape-serving waiter at the same party.

"The 29 Best Books of the Summer: New York Post"