Category: Winter Reading 2019

Thanks to everyone for sharing wonderful books through your interesting reviews and thoughtful comments.  I really looked forward to the alerts that come via e-mail.  I felt like a good friend was waiting to give me a gift–Christmas all winter.  I am reading Insomnia, and I finally reached the top of the library’s list for

I did not even keep track this winter–so unlike me, appreciator of numbers.  My inner calculator, though, tells me that I surely fell far short of the mark.  But, hey, I enjoyed myself, and I enjoyed our communal reading. Happy reading.  I  hope to see you in Open Arts and in the summer.  Doesn’t summer

Well, while I fell far short of reaching 2019 pages, I have enjoyed this electronic salon immensely. Such a variety of writing to peruse, it has been pure pleasure. I have to say that I am sorry to see it stretching toward the last lap. Winter is a restless time for me. Cold, snow, brief

Well, 95% of goal seems reasonable considering how the last few weeks have been a flurry of activity and very little reading. I calculated this number before I left for my trip and had accepted this would likely be my final page count even though that was two weeks ago. I still have my swap

I love this title.  There is something very magical about butterflies, especially beautiful monarch butterflies.  It’s amazing that these delicate insects migrate more than 3000 miles from parts of Canada and the U.S. to the mountains of Mexico.   Monroe’s book is a coming of age story.  Luz Avila’s mother abandoned her when she was

The Forest Lover is based on the life of Emily Carr, a painter at the turn of the twentieth century (at the same time as Georgia O’Keeffe and Frieda Kahlo) .  She was raised with the expectation that she would enter polite White Vancouver society and live alongside, but separate from, Native Americans who lived

A few years ago when Marie Kondo’s book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, came out, my very organized, neat, young neighbor decided it was a book I needed to own. I read it at the time, and I was bemused by the author’s dedication to tidying up. Because I’d read the book, I was

I’ve read more than I have written this winter.  I’ll try and catch up a bit. Barbara Kingsolver is a favorite author.  I loved the quirky characters in her early works.  Poisonwood Bible was a very powerful read.  I finally finished Prodigal Summer after many false starts.  Something always interrupted me, and I’d need to

First, my thanks to JNaz for calling the author Brian Doyle, and specifically the book Mink River to my attention.  What a glorious ride for 319 pages without once a letdown.  Prose poetry in the form of a novel.  Yes, as JNaz mentioned, Doyle is sparse on punctuation and fulsome on adjectives and lists, but

I’m on the road this week, so I have nothing to post since my Shelley essay! It is time for midterms and lots of paper reading. But, I’ve got Margaret Atwood’s second book from the MaddAddam trilogy with me. I didn’t carry many books with me, but I think I’ll head over to the local library