My reading this year has a different rhythm. Some year-long projects require only a few pages of reading each week, a chapter maybe. In contrast, reading for work requires bursting through backlists in a week or two. In between, some books have sprawled in that territory between lackadaisical and
Just a few pages into Jessica J. Lee’s Dispersals, I was wholly hooked (the mention of “belonging” in the subtitle got me part way there). One of those reading experiences where you feel as though you are connecting not-so-much with a book but with a way of seeing, a
In my mind, the title of this book is How to Read Like a Woman. I noticed last week how often I had been referring to it incorrectly, but even still I had to correct the title of this post just a moment ago. Straight away you can see
On the day that I got my visitor’s card at the library here, I borrowed Marie-Louise Gay’s Mustafa (2018): a children’s story (Gay illustrates, writes, and translates) about a boy who searches for himself, in the space between his old country and his new country. Certains soirs, Mustafa rêve
When regularly relying on the library in Toronto, with dozens of bookmarks holding my place in borrowed stacks, the idea of writing about my library usage seemed impossible. Now living a few hours north, where funding for libraries is limited, my visitor’s card gets relatively little use. In the
