Now that it’s July, I’m re-examining the goals I had in mind earlier this year, checking to see whether my plans have aligned with my reading choices so far. A few days ago, I wrote about one of my slow-reading projects this year, and in a few days
Growing up, reading was a solitary activity. Even when I was lucky enough to live near someone else who had a similar connection to books and stories, we never did that together: we played. We might swap books, under the best of circumstances, but we never had our own
In my mind, the title of this book is How to Read Like a Woman. I noticed last week how often I had been referring to it incorrectly, but even still I had to correct the title of this post just a moment ago. Straight away you can see
In Mothers of the Novel, when Dale Spender writes about her education, she doesn’t consider it inferior. But somehow she graduated with the belief that men had invented the novel and that they’d written all the good ones. So the table in her book (and contents overall), containing the
In November, Naomi and Sarah are hosting a readalong for The Story Girl, so the last time I packed up my bookbag, I stuck in my copy of Elizabeth Waterston’s Magic Island (2008) to read her chapter on L.M. Montgomery’s 1911 novel. Story Girl reads like a collection of
