As part of our collaboration, reading across borders, Rachel “discovered” Genevieve Graham’s Bluebird, set in Windsor Ontario, and I found a copy of Ibi Zoboi’s American Street, set in Detroit, at the local library. Neither of us chose for the other, but we shared our picks in advance
I can’t tell whether I enjoyed “Airborne” for its own sake—hanging out with these older women who’ve been friends for so long—or because it resonated so strongly for me with the new memoir by her longtime friend, Canadian writer Susan Swan, which I read this summer, Big Girls Don’t
In which I read two more books with #NovNov in mind, hosted by Rebecca and Cathy: one gentle epistolary immersion into an artist’s rediscovery of light, and the other a back-and-forth contemplation of past-and-present through eighteen short chapters about a surprisingly-Clark-Blais-ish writer. Dorothy Livesay (1909-1996) began writing The Husband
I’ve been wanting to read a Robert Louis Stevenson novel since I noticed Kaggsy @ Bookish Ramblings marking Robert Louis Stevenson Day several years ago. (If you’ve missed her writing, here’s a recent glimpse of her 2023 post and 2024’s.) It’s actually celebrated on November 13th, but I’m posting
“Surfacing changed a lot. Bodily Harm was a pretty fast write. Handmaid’s Tale was a fast write. Lady Oracle took me a long time because there are so many people and it’s complex. I think Surfacing changed the most from beginning to end.” “Freeforall” leaves me craving an in-a-nutshell
