Being read to is one of life’s small pleasures. And shouldn’t be abandoned just because we’re not children anymore.
I was in a reading drought for a while. But lately it’s been raining wonderful books.
When winter gets nasty it’s time to hunker down with a good book. Here’s some of my winter reading.
I’m thinking of starting a club for lovers of mystery novels. For those who are addicted to murder and mayhem. We’ll call it Mystery Lovers Anonymous, okay?
Apparently it’s possible to teach empathy. That’s good news in my books
I’m reading lots of great books this gloomy November. Curling up with a good book and a cup of tea is just the ticket to get through November.
We leave for our Italy trip soon. We’re packed and ready to go. Just twiddling our thumbs, now. And trying to not get too excited too soon.
Travel disaster stories make the best travel writing. And Martha Gellhorn writes the best stories about the vicissitudes of travel.
Is it a bad thing, do you think, that I can name all the members of the Mitford family, from left to right, without checking to see who is who? Does that mean that I’m “obsessed”… to use an on-line …
I have a passion for books. A deep and enduring love of reading that began early in life, and which has not abated in the ensuing years. I’m sure that as a kid, many summer days when I should have been …
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