Last summer, walking in Little Jamaica in Toronto, I picked up a copy of a community newspaper with a cover image of protesters overseas burning the cover of Lawrence Hill's The Book of Negroes. HarperCollins, 2007 Book burning: it's a headline-grab alright. It certainly captured this reader's attention.
I have a problem with my library loans just now: I keep adding to their numbers, and then I pull books from my own shelves to read instead. Now I have seven holds to pick up and need to read seven items to have room on my card to borrow
From the title, readers might guess that Khanh Ha's first novel, Flesh, will be of a visceral nature. And from the cover image, with a young woman's neck and shoulders and long braid disappearing into wafts of smoke, readers will suspect a romantic tale. Once they learn that it takes
Abhay sits on the grass in front of a bar, on the opening page of And Laughter Fell From the Sky. Harper Collins, 2012 The five-lane highway across from Kent State University is as hectic as the afternoon rush in Grand Central Station was, one hundred years ago, in
Who does Rose think she is? Either the question has been asked of her, or she has asked it of herself, throughout her life. It's fitting that the final story give voice to that. It's also fitting that the reader feels the question has been half-answered in the final paragraph
