More apocalypse, less angst
I keep thinking that after so many colds in the last few months—plus Covid in the spring—I must be immune to whatever is currently going around. Alas, this has not been true. I’ve come down with my third cold since July, picked up somewhere… Continue Reading “Post #3311: Notes from my future self”
Okay – well, not *so* many. But three, and they arrived all at once after months of being on the holds list at the library. And the worst part is – these are all books that I really want to read (unlike the many… Continue Reading “Post #2053: So many books….”
At my writing group a couple of months ago, my friend Nadine launched into a list of all the things going on in her life that keep her from writing: full-time work, single-parenting, a new-ish relationship, a long commute, and the fact that all… Continue Reading “In the Bookshed: The Storytelling Animal”
“Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own… Continue Reading “Book Notes: Le Père Goriot”