As far as our mail here at NYP Travel goes, it’s nothing but a giant mountain of dead trees, usually addressed to our misspelled names, that arrives each and every day — watching, waiting for its chance to bore/paper-cut us to death as soon as we sheathe our letter openers in a moment of carelessness.

Close to 99% of it consists of either press releases that could have been written by two-year-olds (and not the genius kind) or every kind of golf magazine known to man (if only any of us played). But that precious other 1% of this hellish heap consists of things we might actually read, or at least skim, like, say, books (“might” being the operative word). Join us as we review/mock/shower praises upon the recent arrivals.