You know how I was just saying that I felt like my short story reading was all over the place this year? Now that I am about to say that I feel as though my spring reading was all over the place too, doesn’t that suggest something is afoot? If it’s
This series launched in 2002, and I’m still here for it. Recently I read both Double Eagle and Black Ice, and thoroughly enjoyed them both. These are books seven and eight in the series, so rather than risk spoiling the overarching storyline, here’s what keeps me coming back.
There’s that two-story brick building downtown on the corner—where family members bought my Great Aunt wedding gifts when she was a young married woman, where my mother bought her schoolbooks in grade thirteen, where I admired the Hummel figurines when I was a girl. Over the decades, both name
Since 2020, my bookbag has been at home more often than not, so this has also become a place to share the books I’ve found myself reading in bits and pieces. Originally, I bought Democracy with last year’s MARM in mind, for Margaret Atwood’s contribution. It opens with a
Seasonally, my reading is a little all over the place. On Saturday we had a full day of snow. On Sunday a full day of rain. On Monday we couldn’t open the back doors. The front door was protected, but the walkway and steps a solid sheet of ice:
