In retrospect, the contrast between Keith Richards’ Life and the book I chose to read after it couldn’t be more amusing. I’d say it confirms my eclectic range! From Richards’ fat juicy romp of an ode…
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A few weeks ago now, Hope left me this comment, ending with a question for me: As a mom to two young kids (4 and 2), I’ve only just begun getting back into regular reading…
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I do a fair bit of reading while riding the ferry to town in the morning and back home in the evening, even carrying a small light in my bag against the dark of winter…
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17 or 18 years ago, in an undergraduate course in Commonwealth Literature (otherwise known as post-colonial lit.), I first read Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children. I’ll admit to finding it a hard slog, at first, densely…
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that title, you’ll see, refers to the 7 pictures, presumably worth 1000 words each . . . So it’s three weeks or so since I last wrote here. Thanksgiving weekend, I burrowed my way through…
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