Here's a familiar scene: It's a Sunday afternoon, and I'm in my bedroom crying my eyes out. Note that I am past the age when this generally happens at random. Nope, it's not a medley of hormones that's making me cry like a little girl. I'm reading Plain Kate by Erin Bow, and the misery is so poignant that for the last quarter of the book, I ( Read more... )

Wow. You know all those times when you start something new (a story, a hobby, a blog, or something similar) in the summer, and it seems like the best idea ever, and then as soon as the year starts you forget all about it ( Read more... )

There's a little "Booktique Bookstore" here in LO where old library books end up, priced so low that they're virtually free. When I went there one or two months ago, knowing not to look for any specific novels, I decided to indulge myself and see if they had anything on life in the desert or Greek mythology, two interests that have gone largely ( Read more... )