Jeremy Mercer's Time Was Soft There: A Paris Sojourn at Shakespeare & Co. St. Martin's Press, 2005 Well, how can you not like a book that begins with "It was a grey winter Sunday when I came to the bookstore." What better sort of grey winter Sunday could make such
Joan Barfoot's Abra McGraw-Hill Ryerson, 1978 Edition shown: Women's Press (UK) 1999 The first Joan Barfoot novel that I read was Family News (1989), dating to a time when I only irregularly noted the books that I read in a coilbound exercise book, so I know that I sought out
Well, I can't complain. Although I found the audio version of Barbara Kingsolver's work very tedious listening, I don't think there's any question of the sophisticated storytelling in The Lacuna. (After 5 hours of listening, I realized that I wasn't going to adjust to her delivery style, but I did
Barbara Comyn's The Vet's Daughter Virago, 1981 (1959) It must seem a little silly, but I've counted Barbara Comyns amongst my favourite writers since I read 3/4 of her Sisters by a River several summers ago. Since then, I've steadily collected her works, but I've never finished that initial read
Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu's The Shadow Speaker Hyperion 2007 Yes, it was only two weeks ago that I was G is for Gushing about Hiromi Goto's Half World. And part of me is inclined to apologize because I'm about to Gush again, but the bigger part of me remains unapologetic: I just
