Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. Carol Shields Republic of Love

On Being Cloned, Trapped and Lonely

B.I.P.’s Snips are short-hand responses to works; I usually opt for this format when I’ve read the book without taking many (or any) notes.

Kate Wilhelm’s Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang (1976)

Read: Mostly over breakfast, home-baked muffins or bakery-bought rugelach with coffee, perched on a stool in the kitchen, mostly on sunny days, the [...]