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
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Towards the end of 2012, I was overwhelmed by the idea of being just one indie-minded reader in a literary world dominated by mega-publishers and mega-retailers, unsure how to affect change, how to respond to the sense of despair swelling within my reading heart and mind.
I decided that making a change, even just One Reader [...]
When I was twelve, I got a boxed kit which allowed me to draw my own astrology chart.
House of Anansi, 2011
More than ten years later, I finally wrapped my head around the mathematical charts in the back of the book.
In the meantime, I admired the colourful diagrams, the wet-erase maps of [...]
Five Legs, perhaps surprisingly, is a novel of two — not five — parts.
1969; House of Anansi, 2012
The first is in the voice of Professor Lucan Crackell.
Take “stymied creativity” and a “failed imagination”: an “amiable hypocrite who consoles himself with power in the institution, getting drunk with his students, and small-town [...]
“There were two moons last August — one that was almost full at the beginning when Mom was alive and our lives were normal, and then a big full cheater moon at the end, one that looked down so beautifully on the world when everything was awful and changed and never would be the same [...]
Dear Gabriel English,
House of Anansi, 1999
You don’t know me, but I’m usually quite obsessive about reading things in the proper order, so I’m surprised that I read This All Happened a couple of years ago, having somehow missed the fact that you are also at the heart of this collection of short [...]
There are a number of ways in which one can get to know Emily Carr.
Groundwood Books – House of Anansi, 2003
First, for the bookish, via her own writing.
Klee Wick (1941), The Book of Small (1942), The House of All Sorts (1944), and, published posthumously, Growing Pains (1946), Pause (1953), The Heart of [...]
When I was a girl, I had the same kind of advent calendar that Derek McCormack describes receiving every year from his mother, the flat ones made of cardstock, with winter scenes decorating them, little images behind each flap as you discovered them. No toys, no candies.
House of Anansi, 2005 Designed and Decorated [...]
You haven’t heard from him much lately, I know. But once upon a time (well, this theme is all about storytelling, right?), Mr BIP was a strong presence in these lands. Some of you might remember when he won a cheerleading award for Dewey’s Read-a-Thon, though lately he’s been reading more than cheering.
Nonetheless, he [...]
Sometimes, you sense the match between you and a particular book immediately.
Granta Books, 2012 (via House of Anansi)
That’s what happened with me and Sara Maitland’s book.
I still remember the pang of realization in discovering that it had not yet been published: the long wait for The Perfect Book.
It was worth [...]
“I like telling stories of women who act on their passions.”
“I like these strong female characters.”
“When I talk with readers I feel an enormous appetite in women to explore both their strength and their emotional connectedness, which still tend not to be honoured in the dominant culture.”*
Any one of these statements would [...]
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