Elizabeth Smart’s Autobiographies (1987) I vividly recall my first attempt at By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept; I read about one page and set it aside because I’d been looking for a quick read. Despite its slim form, Elizabeth Smart’s work is the sort that, for me,
Here are the bits that biased me towards liking Marina Endicott's novel before I'd read more than two pages. 1. The pudding-skin metaphor at the top of the second page. I think pudding-skins are far more versatile than most writers give them credit for and I overuse metaphors with them
Those who have already seen the exhaustive and enticing biography of L.M. Montgomery that Mary Rubio published last year might wonder whether readers need another biography of this 20thC writer, but these two are very different. Urquhart's will appeal to those who admired Carol Shield's slim biography of Jane Austen,
You know how sometimes you open up a book and start reading and you just luh-huh-huv it? And how when you really weren’t expecting anything to start with, and then you find yourself completely smitten, it just adds fuel to the infatuation? Even though you realize that part of your
Just browsing through the table of contents of this essay collection might lead you to believe that it was penned by a feminist. Depending how you define feminist, of course. Certainly Atwood is as willing to consider works by Toni Morrison, Carol Shields, Angela Carter and Hilary Mantel as she
