When I was a girl, I was obsessed with The Diary of Anne Frank. I reread the first half of it so many times that that part of the spine sheds specks of paper; a couple of years ago, I finally finished reading. Because I knew how it ended,
In this November 2020, the third Margaret Atwood Reading Month unfolded with participants from many places, some reading her for the first time, many returning to her work to try new and backlisted works, others exploring other #MARM content online (interviews, films, TV, etc.). In the National Geographic atlas,
This isn’t a book I planned to read. From my perspective, Brockovich’s activism is more relevant to American readers and I’d be better off reading Maude Barlow’s Whose Water Is It Anyway? (2019). In some respects, this is true. Brockovich does present some detailed information and updates about water
If you’re the kind of reader who particularly enjoys the idea of stories intersecting and connecting, this one’s for you. If you would have enjoyed Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge just as much if the stories had appeared all jumbled. And, if you loved the film Sliding Doors and the
“This is the way it’s done, isn’t it? This is how other people do it.” How other people live their lives, that is. When Carol Shields tells the story of Larry Weller’s life, it begins with his having picked up somebody else’s coat and it ends with a party.
