When I was a girl, I walked the streets of New York City with Harriet the Spy. And I revisited it regularly via Betty Smith’s A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. From a young age, this was a city I recognized on the page, a place that felt real, a
A few weeks ago, I mentioned how much Naomi’s Atlantic Canada reading has impacted the books in my stacks. (Check out her project here, along with pages dedicated to the Halifax Explosion and regional literary awards on Consumed by Ink.) I’m also enjoying my Here and Elsewhere project, which
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
