Seasonal Reading

This novel is set in London, with the plot unspooling in the period leading up to England’s involvement in World War II, and after the war.  Juliet Armstrong, the main character, is hired by MI5, before the age of twenty, as a typist of transcriptions of meetings with Fascist sympathizers, secretly recorded.  So, there is

  In the midst of unpacking, preparing for the Spring semester, and generally allowing my body some well-earned rest, I did manage to read these two books. I picked up a number of Rae Armantrout books recently from Better World Books. I am trying to get closer to her process, but it is difficult —

This 122-page book on the subject of reading and writing poetry, one could say, enacts its subject matter.  Not a word is wasted.  It trusts that the reader has come to the text with an open heart and a desire to engage fully.  It was written in 1994, so I’m late in reading it.  But

I don’t have an organized stack. I always have a stack. Right now, within arms reach, the following – Hello, the Roses by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge Things You Know But Cannot Explain / the art of Rick Bartow The Adventures of John Carson in Several Quarters of the World by Brian Doyle The Soul of an

So, the top book on my stack, “The Underground River,” was given to me by my son Michael for Christmas.  I finished it this afternoon, and absolutely loved it.  The writing is subtle and easy to read, while dealing with intense subject matter, which created a contrast that I found very appealing. The book in

Where does the time go when it flies away?  Don’t know, but it’s good to gather here. I’m too lazy this year to plan, make a stack of my books and photograph them, so I’ll just list (a few pages into some of these & almost through Gilbert’s book):  What’s Lying Around the House (Off

Hello everyone! My name is Leslie Melnyk and I live in Kathmandu. This is my second winter reading session and my 4th session in general since summer 2015. This time I’m choosing to use this winter reading challenge as an opportunity for continued education and I have no list–just going with the flow. I’m going

I type with gloves on from Maywood, NJ. I have been here the last six weeks and am preparing to head home tomorrow by train. Throughout my time here I have wondered in passing about what I might read on my trek back to California. I was given a copy of Junkland by Patrick Johns that