These are some summer reads which left an impression; now my stack and library card are humming and wriggling, with all the CanLit prizelist reading – including my new Shadow Jury reading responsibilities towards the 2018 Giller Prize – but these books insist on a sliver of the spotlight.
After another successful mission, and much celebration, the talented writer Miss Bianca resigns from her public post in the Mouse Prisoners’ Aid Society to devote herself to finishing a book of poetry. The P.A.S. throws a water-picnic to celebrate and there is a brass band and dancing.But, while she
In which there is talk of the slim stories which have travelled with me within the city, while bulkier volumes stayed home. Charles Dickens' Bleak House and John Ajvide Lindqvist's Harbor (Translated by Marlaine Delargy) are awkward travelling companions. As are some of the skinnies in my current stack,
From the outset, The Fiend has a creepy element which readers hadn't yet experienced in the fiction Margaret Millar had published theretofore. "She was about nine. Having watched them all impartially now for two weeks, Charlie had come to like her the best." You're afraid to ask, aren't you: why
Judith Viorst’s It’s Hard to be Hip Over Thirty and Other Tragedies of Married Life New American Library, 1968 (Also published by Persephone Books, No. 12) When I was a girl, I used to pull Judith Viorst’s slim volumes off my mother’s bookshelves, but I was always disappointed. And, no