When I first mentioned that Fridays were going to be reserved for letters, Laura mentioned Helene Hanff's epistolary classic right off. She reminded me how much I love this collection. And, so, I pulled the volume off the shelf and aimed for a re-read. If you're reading these
Alice Walker's The Color Purple (1983) Women's Press, 1984 Celie begins writing letters to God because the man who is married to her mother has said that's all who will listen, all who should be bothered with listening. (It's just wrong to call him her father, after he has raped
Beverly Cleary's Dear Mr. Henshaw (1983) (And my Holman-Harmon Handbook to Literature) I hadn't given this book a thought for my series on Letters for this autumn, but I happened upon a copy of it at a booksale a couple of weeks ago, and I did love my Ramona re-reads (and
Always, Rachel: The Letters of Rachel Carson and Dorothy Freeman, 1952-1964 The Story of a Remarkable Friendship (Ed. Martha Freeman) Beacon Press, 1995 Did you catch my letter to autumn on its equinox last week? I was saying how I love letters. That I'll be Buried In Epistolary Print on
I’d’ve thought it more your style to sneak in. I mean, it’s not like those leaves turn colour overnight: it happens on the sly, doesn’t it. But nobody could’ve missed your arrival today. Oh, sure, the sky was grey in the morning. There was even a skitter of
