One of the things that I love most of all about reading memoirs, journals and letters (of literary figures, especially, because they tend to read so much, but of anybody really) is taking note of what the writer is reading. This was particularly interesting in reading Journey with My Selves
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,
I can’t remember where I gathered the idea that I wanted to read Dorothy Livesay’s memoir, Journey with My Selves, but I bought a copy of it from Macondo Books in Guelph (which has a great selection of literary fiction and biography, second-hand) and the Women Unbound Challenge was the
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
