Today I spent my breaks outdoors, in the company of Margaret Atwood’s Payback and Dancing Girls: the first lecture in the former, the first story in the latter. After a very wet and cold September, October was hovering around zero most nights and in the high-single-digit and low-double-digit temperatures
As you might guess, many kilometres north now, I’ve found that the weather grows cold more quickly. It was a shock to change the bedding, to the December-Freeze set, at the end of September. To pull the scarves and toques from the closet (but not, quite, mittens and gloves).
Hamid, Alexis, Plett, Clark and Beaty Short Stories of Late Whether in a dedicated collection or a magazine, these stories capture a variety of reading moods. This time, I returned to eight writers and also explored four new-to-me story writers.
Even though I am reading more than I was when we first arrived up here, my habits remain changed. I finished the new Thomas King—Thumps DreadfulWater—mystery. This is not the place to begin with the series (Anne, I’m looking at you!) but for loyal readers, who have followed from
When regularly relying on the library in Toronto, with dozens of bookmarks holding my place in borrowed stacks, the idea of writing about my library usage seemed impossible. Now living a few hours north, where funding for libraries is limited, my visitor’s card gets relatively little use. In the
