As part of our collaboration, reading across borders, Rachel “discovered” Genevieve Graham’s Bluebird, set in Windsor Ontario, and I found a copy of Ibi Zoboi’s American Street, set in Detroit, at the local library. Neither of us chose for the other, but we shared our picks in advance
Rachel (Life of a Female Bibliophile) and I have been reading books set in our respective “hometowns” for a long time, but this project is about making time to read a book set directly on the other side of the border in the other person’s hometown, at a
At the beginning of the past eight Novembers, I have thought how long a month is, when you’re thinking about a single author over the course of 30 days; at the end of each of those Novembers, I have thought how short it is, this time we have together.
In the first week of rereading, I mentioned that what I remembered of my first reading was that it was fast and seemingly steady; I had forgotten all the different types of narratives (the newspaper articles and the excerpts from Laura’s novel) and remembered only Iris. One reason for
I can’t tell whether I enjoyed “Airborne” for its own sake—hanging out with these older women who’ve been friends for so long—or because it resonated so strongly for me with the new memoir by her longtime friend, Canadian writer Susan Swan, which I read this summer, Big Girls Don’t
