I’m sure most of us would immediately answer “no” to the question the title poses. I do. I think self-care and self-love are important in order to be able to share love and affection with others, but I don’t think selfishness leads to happiness. However, one of the characters of Anita Brookner’s Hotel Du Lac... Continue Reading →
When I was in ninth grade, a boy grabbed me, pulled me into a dark doorway, pushed me against the wall, pushed himself against me, and made me kiss him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and it tasted like Dr. Pepper. I didn't drink Dr. Pepper for 20 years after that. That was... Continue Reading →
After visiting Prince Edward Island in August, I attended an academic conference in Halifax, Nova Scotia. On the drive there, I stopped in Truro to meet somebody special: Naomi my blogging friend from Consumed by Ink! I met her outside of the library, a gorgeous building in the heart of Truro where the old brick... Continue Reading →
Anne of Green Gables: she's not real, but she's beloved. I can't count how many times I have watched the Anne of Green Gables miniseries, and my husband and I recently enjoyed the new series on Netflix "Anne with an E" with our oldest daughter. Have I read Anne of Green Gables? Yes, but I... Continue Reading →
It has been years since I've felt like I've read for pleasure. I mean, of course I have, but even when I was, I felt like I had to post a detailed analysis of it on this blog, or that I had to write a paper about ti for a class, or I wasn't reading... Continue Reading →
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’ve had a stressful and unhappy year. My oldest daughter barely survived seventh grade. There were enough tears to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool, and there were many nights spent worrying over her. There were also many evenings of stressing over homework and grades and friends and boys and teachers and clothes and gym class.... Continue Reading →
I’ve always thought that Zelda Fitzgerald, wife of American author F. Scott Fitzgerald, was crazy. In a bad way. I dismissed her and often thought negatively of her. This point of view is usually reinforced by what I’ve read about her, mostly fictional appearances, like in The Paris Wife by Paula McLain. But thanks to... Continue Reading →
My last post gushed over visiting Powell's City of Books in Portland, Oregon. Today's post is a report of what I bought while there. I also purchased a few books at the CCCC conference. Happy reading!
