Tag: Reading

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Have Books Will Travel II

I can’t imagine a camping trip, or any travel, without taking along a big bag of books.

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Mystery Lovers Anonymous

Remember the good old days? When P.D. James, Ruth Rendell, Reginald Hill, or Colin Dexter published a new mystery novel, and you’d rush to the book store to buy it, or put yourself on a very long list at the …

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Teaching Empathy in the Age of Trolling and Scrolling

Still at Mum’s this weekend. Just finished reading a book that partially dealt with a daughter helping an aging, irascible father to cope with his altered state in life. And listened to a CBC radio program yesterday about caregivers for …

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A Passion for Books

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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Romancing the Readers

Okay, be honest with me here folks. How many of you like to read romance novels? I ask this because I heard an interesting segment on CBC radio the other morning. All about the romance novel, the genre so many of …

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In Praise of Solitude

We’re having a resurgence of winter here in eastern Ontario, indeed in most of Canada, it seems. Snow and sleet and freezing rain. And high winds. Yesterday, I ensconced myself by the gas stove in my sun room, and read. And napped. …

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Reading. Sometimes It’s Like Falling In Love

Many years ago when I was in my twenties, I quit a job I hated, left a life that wasn’t making me happy, and moved home to New Brunswick to get myself back on track. I was determined to try to …

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In Need of a Little Gentle Reading

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you’ll know that I have an abiding love for gentle books. Stories which ultimately make me sigh and feel that, despite everything, all is right with the world. When I say …

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When Inspiration Fails To Strike

What do you do when inspiration fails to strike? I sigh. And mooch around the house as if I’m afflicted by bored-angsty-teen syndrome. Which of course I am. Then I read. Good fiction. Or non-fiction, mostly articles. Looking for ideas. …

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With My Nose in a Book

To tell you the truth, I think I’ve lived my whole life with “my nose stuck in a book,” as my grandmother, and my mother, used to say. Not that they weren’t great readers themselves, they were. It was just that whenever …

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