A little time has passed since I took this photograph but, already, there are more leaves off the trees and on the ground. It’s been rather warm, but early in September, two nights fell to “frost warning” temperatures, and that’s had an impact. The chipmunks don’t have time to
Sometimes summer is a slow reading time for me, but this year? The opposite! The stacks were swelling in May and June, and every flat surface was cluttered with books begun-but-unfinished, and I didn’t have a chance to think about what else I might do…so, I read.
A couple weeks ago, I shared some recent short story reading, but right now I’m thinking about reading the final stories in Margaret Atwood’s Dancing Girls. And how I’ll soon read the next section from her newest collection Old Babes in the Wood. But this
When I first read Moments of Truth, when it was new, I’d only read a two or three of the authors/books she discusses. And reading it was more like skimming, because I was just as spoiler-phobic then. This time, the essays have felt more inviting, more comfortable and, at least
Chang, Estima, Graves, Ma, and Teebi Appealing to a variety of reading tastes: Downright Disorienting, Superb and Strange For the second time, this different format for the Quarterly Stories. For most of the collections, summarising in five sentences, followed by a quotation. Except for one, one
