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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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How to Get Rich When You Aren’t Even Trying… But Are…Like… Sitting Reading a Book

Oh, I do apologize for the “click-bait” title. Oh course, I did not mean getting rich in the usual sense of the word. Not big piles of money rich, or huge killing on the stock market kind of rich. Not even enormous …

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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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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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