About a year ago, I was reading Christina Stead’s For Love Alone (1945) and it was such a gush of words that it was almost intoxicating; I found myself ordering a copy of The Man Who Loved Children (an earlier novel, perhaps her best-known overseas, in which I’d stalled
On a roll, reading for Australia Day—January 26th, I decided to reread another old favourite (having had so much fun rereading Ruth Park’s novel below). But this one is 400 pages long and my before-bed read (which is to say that I fall asleep long before I’m bored). So,
Originally I’d planned to split this post into two, as I gradually read through the categories for the Toronto Public Library Reading Challenge (Part One and Two), but with a lot of desk hours lost to illness this year, I’ve combined them. (Notes: Other books read for the challenge
Ipellie, Lindberg, and Saona Short Stories in October, November and December Whether in a dedicated collection or a magazine, short stories captureand create a variety of reading moods. This quarter, I returned to one favourite writer and also explored two new-to-me story writers.
Reading “seasonally” has offered another way to contemplate reading options on my own shelves; and it forms a bridge between my life on-the-page and off-the-page. The first three quotations below were from books that I did not choose to read because it was fall, and I was surprised to
