As I write this Friday night, the rain from Hurricane Irene has begun here in North Carolina, and we narrowly survived our “brush with death” earlier in the week from the rare East Coast earthquake (I barely noticed that anything had happened, to be honest), so in honor of this week of natural disasters, I thought I’d post about something nice.

Well, I think it’s nice anyway.

I like to think of my blog as being rated something like PG-13. We can talk about “adult” subjects here, but not in a graphic way, and the link I’m about to point you toward isn’t really graphic or lascivious — unless you have a particularly low threshold for lasciviousness — but I feel obligated to warn you that it contains a number of photos of topless women. Oh, I know what you’re thinking: visits to the Bookworm’s Lair must have fallen off and he’s just trying to boost his numbers. Not really. Honest. These aren’t just any topless women, you see. These are topless women reading various pulp fiction books in public places in New York City. Let that sink in for a second. So, these particular topless women fit right in with my reading and other interests. God bless ’em. If this is what it takes to inspire more people to read, than so be it.

Without further ado, I present to you The Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society. If only there was a local chapter….