I've read Rebecca (1938) by Daphne Du Maurier. It is a great book of suspense. I read it as part of the BBC book list that I was reading from when I started this blog. (I should get back to that.) I'm not sure why, but I stopped there with Du Maurier. I didn't think, "That... Continue Reading →
I recently tried to read Corduroy Mansions, the first book in a series by Alexander McCall Smith. As you may recall, I love Smith's work. But after starting, and then stopping, this book, I realized something. I love the series featuring Isabel Dalhousie. And I love Precious Ramotswe of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency.... Continue Reading →
Did you know that many of the "great" male authors were also jerks? I learned this while reading a poignant piece on motherhood and art called "Mother, Writer, Monster, Maid" by Rufi Thorpe. It explores the price of both being an artist and being a mother and how women may or may not be able... Continue Reading →
I saw this in Salt Lake City last week. It is my new favorite bumpersticker. And I have a feeling that the driver and I would be great friends. If you haven't read John Steinbeck, you should. Check out my past posts on Pastures in Heaven, East of Eden, and The Grapes of Wrath. I have... Continue Reading →
Yes, I’m obsessed with Laura Ingalls Wilder. It began when I was a young girl staying up late to read her books. It has grown since I’ve read those Little House books to my daughter. And now that I’ve visited her home at Rocky Ridge Farm in Mansfield, Missouri, I can’t stop reading about her.... Continue Reading →
Most women enjoy or appreciate Jane Austen's work. I am one of those women, and although I don't necessarily like everything I've read by Austen, and while I haven't actually read all of her books, I do appreciate what I have read. I also liked a recent movie called Austenland that took a comedic take... Continue Reading →
The Bookshelf of Emily J. 