We ask writers what they read online.

A couple of years ago one of my New Year’s resolutions was, ‘spend less time online, especially in the evenings.’ I think I’ve succeeded—excusing myself from Facebook certainly helped—although my retinas still absorb plenty of Web content. If you’re a compulsive tab-opener like me, by the end of the day there’s often a compendium of completely disjunctive Web detritus that you thought about completing but never did: a thinkpiece on literary translation, an online shopping cart with something you thought about buying but won’t, a truly bad filed-just-before-the-deadline political report from the eve of the Iowa caucuses constructed halfheartedly around a random poll number (I’m from the US). But amid all the noise, I have my Web havens.