Austin Clarke's More Thomas Allen, 2008 I can't help it: when I see a stack of new books at the library, I am compelled to, at the very least, ogle them. Usually I pick one up. Often I pet one (even if it's just a shinier version of a favourite
Pat Capponi's The Corpse will Keep (2008) Following Dana Leoni's debut appearance, in Pat Capponi's Last Stop Sunnyside, is a tough act. The series launched the reader into a world that's quite likely unfamiliar to the majority of readers, though certainly familiar to its author, whose years of activist work
Ray Robertson's Moody Food (2002) A hundred pages into Moody Food, I was still wondering if this was really The Book for Me. And, admittedly, that's the feeling I had right at the start: a football scene is not a cozy welcome for this reader. But there was also a
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
