An Assortment of Indigenous Storytellers

2022-07-08T18:15:02-04:00

Lisa at AnzLitLovers is hosting a week dedicated to the works of indigenous authors, an event she has retitled First Nations Reading Week, July 3rd-10th, which is an excellent opportunity for me to mention a poetry collection that I absolutely loved earlier this year, in the company of a

An Assortment of Indigenous Storytellers2022-07-08T18:15:02-04:00

Winter 2022: In My Bookbag (What Bookbag?)

2022-01-14T13:30:36-05:00

Here’s a glimpse of some recent reads which lend themselves more to sampling, in a handful of reading sessions, than gobbling in longer periods of time. Not the books which require a sink-into-your-seat focus, rather the ones which afford the opportunity to window-gaze between pages or single-sitting reads. Like

Winter 2022: In My Bookbag (What Bookbag?)2022-01-14T13:30:36-05:00

Storytellers: Atlantic Canada (2 of 3)

2020-12-14T15:21:09-05:00

A few weeks ago, I mentioned how much Naomi’s Atlantic Canada reading has impacted the books in my stacks. (Check out her project here, along with pages dedicated to the Halifax Explosion and regional literary awards on Consumed by Ink.) When I reach for another book set in Toronto

Storytellers: Atlantic Canada (2 of 3)2020-12-14T15:21:09-05:00

How Awful Is It? Liz Nugent’s Little Cruelties (2020)

2020-11-12T12:47:19-05:00

Betty Smith gave simple advice to writers: “First: Be understanding always. Keep the understanding you have and add on to it.” As the author of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1943)—a best-selling novel that challenged the myth of poverty as a choice, and allowed low/no-wage characters to demonstrate courage

How Awful Is It? Liz Nugent’s Little Cruelties (2020)2020-11-12T12:47:19-05:00

May 2019, In My Reading Log

2019-09-25T14:38:37-04:00

A single-sitting read, a summer road-trip, and Sesame Street: good reading. Margriet De Moor’s Sleepless Night (1989; Trans. David Doherty 2019) “Sleepless night succeeded sleepless night – agonized day followed agonized day.” This, from L.M. Montgomery’s 1918 journal, came to mind when I was reading Margriet De Moor’s Sleepless Night

May 2019, In My Reading Log2019-09-25T14:38:37-04:00
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