Ten-year-old Judith isn't very concerned that Armageddon is coming. In fact, she's not sorry that soon "nothing of this old world will be left". "[I]t’s good because polar bears are starving and trees are dying and if you put a plastic bag in the earth it will never
Not in your neighbourhood, right? When you think about trafficking, you think of "Thai girls in shackles", or "Russian girls held at gunpoint by the mob", or "illegal border crossings, fake passports, and captivity". You don't think of Americans trafficking Americans; that doesn't happen to American girls. You
Harper Collins, 2011 Peggy Orenstein's to start with. But Cinderella has consumed countless little girls, and she has not yet had her fill. And that's not only speaking of the Grimm Brothers version of "Cinderella". Though readers know there are far grimmer versions (certainly gorier, with stepsisters lopping
The summer that I was eleven, my grandmother went to Ireland; she brought me back a sweater, which was real wool and, therefore, very picky, and two books of Irish fairy tales. That sweater should have been perfect for me, because I was a picky granddaughter, who believed that I
Are you reading the Oranges this year? Or have you developed a sensitivity/intolerance/allergy? I've only read Esi Edugyan's Half-Blood Blues; I have Ann Patchett's State of Wonder set to read next. With a total of 6,692 pages of Orange-ness, I've read 336. Foreign Bodies, Cynthia Ozick Gillespie and I, Jane
