After a busy week finishing off my essay followed by my weekend’s Half Marathon run, I’m now nursing something sinusitis-bronchitis-y, and one of the best methods for doing that, besides sleep, is reading, right? (Well,…
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I’m planning to write a post responding to Hope’s question (at this post) about how I found time to read while raising my children, and how I continue to structure pockets of reading time into…
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So who’s read the 2010 Man Booker-winner, Howard Jacobson’s The Finkler Question? I used to pride myself on reading the Booker winner and a few of the short-lists every year, but have missed a few…
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While travelling, I read Lee Child’s 61 Hours, a paperback I’d given Paul for Christmas. While I can sympathize with Tiffany’s frustration with this mystery (I know she expressed this somewhere recently, but I can’t…
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Isn’t that a sumptuously melancholy title? So indulgent . . . And yet the novel doesn’t wallow in melancholy nor nostalgia, rather examining the past, remembering a bright adolescent Jewish lesbian girl’s coming-of-age in 1970s…
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