The majority of my reading time this year has been devoted to the books which have been living for years, though neglected, on my own bookshelves. In May and June, I had a planned rebellion, and I enjoyed a great number of new books. But now I have returned to
I can no longer claim that reading about grown-up Anne is boring, when that would clearly mean I, as a grown-up, must be boring too. So I have had to come up with other reasons to avoid reading the final Anne book. Knowing what a chore it was for LMM
There are five windows on the cover of Sigal Samuel's debut novel; in only one of them does a pair of people appear. Freehand Books, 2015 In three of the windows there is a solitary silhouette, and in the window at the top, the blind is nearly pulled to
Over the summer, I have been reading a lot of magazines. With some magazines, I "subscribe-incessently-and-renew-unthinkingly" and, with others, I practice the "when-I'm-in-the-mood-to-browse-the-newsstand" method. Both of these purchasing methods result in a tremendous backlog of reading for me, because I'm curious about so many things that the stacks quickly become
Like Anne Tyler, the only plot that Marina Endicott has is the passage of time. The events in her novels are ordinary happenings, but there is a delicious sense of unspooling when one falls into one of her narratives. Doubleday Canada, 2015 Close to Hugh is structured over a week's time and
