While travelling, I read Lee Child’s 61 Hours, a paperback I’d given Paul for Christmas. While I can sympathize with Tiffany’s frustration with this mystery (I know she expressed this somewhere recently, but I can’t…
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Isn’t that a sumptuously melancholy title? So indulgent . . . And yet the novel doesn’t wallow in melancholy nor nostalgia, rather examining the past, remembering a bright adolescent Jewish lesbian girl’s coming-of-age in 1970s…
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First book of the year was Kate Atkinson’s Started Early, Took My Dog — title rivals Atkinson’s last Jackson Brodie novel, When Will There Be Good News. I’m such a fan of this series (four…
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In case it’s not obvious, clicking on the book titles will bring you to my post mentioning or responding to the book, except in the case of the unblogged titles at the end of the…
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Lorrie Moore’s short story “People Like That Are the Only People Here” has long been one of my favourite stories, so when her new novel was published, I was eager to read it. It doesn’t…
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