Beverly Cleary's Dear Mr. Henshaw (1983) (And my Holman-Harmon Handbook to Literature) I hadn't given this book a thought for my series on Letters for this autumn, but I happened upon a copy of it at a booksale a couple of weeks ago, and I did love my Ramona re-reads (and
Rabindranath Maharaj's The Amazing Absorbing Boy Knopf, 2010 "Useless! Completely kissmeass useless nowhereian." That's how Uncle Boysie describes Samuel's father. "Your father was a big inventor in Trinidad, you know...[b]ut the only thing he invent was a scheme to get out of the island." But talk of his father's neemakararam
Farzana Doctor's Stealing Nasreen Inanna Publications, 2007 This debut novel opens with an introduction to Shaffiq, a member of the cleaning staff, working the night shift, pulling a photograph torn in two from the garbage can he is emptying. He is fascinated by "clues and curiosities", shares them with his
Margaret Goodfellow and Phil Goodfellow's A Guidebook to Contemporary Architecture in Toronto Douglas&McIntyre, 2010 It's perfectly pocket-sized and so it should be. It's just the book that you want to pop in there when the sun is shining and you want to go exploring. Lest you worry that this
Unforgettable design, no? Patrick deWitt's The Sisters Brothers House of Anansi, 2011 So I'm chatting about this book, about the scene with the 'dentist', and I announce that I agree that it's unfair that he doesn't get paid for his 'services', but dismiss it quickly by saying that
