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Further Consequences of Reading: The Goldfinch and “Value Added” Books

I’m a bit late on the bandwagon, I know… but I’ve just started reading Donna Tartt’s newest book, The Goldfinch. I was a little hesitant to even begin it, despite all the praise I’ve heard. My experience last fall with Eleanor …

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Paris Dreaming

The view from my window these past three days has varied, to say the least. From brown grass and ice-covered river, to sideways snowfall, to nothing while the freezing rain pelted my window and obscured the view altogether, and finally to a limp, …

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A Mind For Murder: Saying Good-bye to P.D. James

P.D. James died last week, “peacefully at home in Oxford,” at age ninety four. But I’m sure you know this already. She was one of a kind. A seemingly gentle, charming and erudite woman who loved to talk and wonder and …

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Love, Sex, Pain and The Whole Damned Thing… or October Book Club

On a dark and windy (but not stormy) night, just before Halloween, my book club gathered at the beautiful home of one our members, to eat and drink and talk about war. More specifically about books on World War I. …

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Illuminating The Luminaries…

In which a lowly blogger and former English teacher explains why she trashes this award winning book. I love to read. Most of the time. But not all of the time. And this week is one of those ‘not all of the …

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Murder, She Writes

I know, I know… I wrote a post on “murder” only a few weeks ago. It must be all this shopping for jeans… frustration, failure, more frustration. I can’t sit still to read a literary novel and so fall back …

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Mitford Madness

As fall approaches and shopping for those perfect autumn sweaters heats up (pun intended) …. I’m not just perusing the pages of glossy fashion mags. I’m also deeply mired in the world of 1930’s English aristocrats, balls and coming out parties, …

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Addicted To Murder

The sun is shining; it’s a beautiful weekend, and I  am inside with my nose stuck in a book. I can’t help it… I am addicted to reading. And if I don’t get the required hours immersed in my book …

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Enchanted By Coming of Age Novels … Whatever the Age

I love coming of age novels. Especially ones which make me feel that life is worth living. That we will struggle through difficult times, but afterward find ourselves remade better, stronger, smarter, more self aware, less self destructive… happier, maybe. …

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The Wild and Wonderful Consequences of Reading

I can’t imagine what my life would be like if I didn’t read … and I mean read for pleasure, not for work or for school or for the purpose of navigating everyday life. In a wonderful Penelope Lively book …

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