Elizabeth Smart’s Autobiographies (1987) I vividly recall my first attempt at By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept; I read about one page and set it aside because I’d been looking for a quick read. Despite its slim form, Elizabeth Smart’s work is the sort that, for me,
I really hadn’t planned to re-read more than one of Lois Duncan’s novels for the Shelf Discovery Reading Challenge but I enjoyed Down a Dark Hall so much that I re-considered. I was really expecting it to feel more dated (and maybe it would have if I wasn’t approaching it
One of the things that I love most of all about reading memoirs, journals and letters (of literary figures, especially, because they tend to read so much, but of anybody really) is taking note of what the writer is reading. This was particularly interesting in reading Journey with My Selves
Just browsing through the table of contents of this essay collection might lead you to believe that it was penned by a feminist. Depending how you define feminist, of course. Certainly Atwood is as willing to consider works by Toni Morrison, Carol Shields, Angela Carter and Hilary Mantel as she
When I put my mind to thinking of Canadian feminists whose books I wanted to explore in 2010, Margaret Atwood's name came to mind immediately. I was a teenager when I first read The Edible Woman and Life Before Man and Cat's Eye, a young woman heading to university with
