The youth's disillusionment with reading is, in most respects, a universal and relentless state of mind. We begin in a puddle of words and numbers—we learn to read them and write them to the most fundamental point of our education. And as we become older, or what we think is older, a great spell falls upon us like an invisible mist: unsuspecting, unbothered. It seems, now, that even a name as resonant as Jane Austen holds the same power, or even more, in the balance of disinterest than the mother of a friend of a friend from down the road. But who's to blame? And, of course, so what?

Below are the wonderful minds who were published in the first issue of our journal.