Books I read and loved in 2018

Five years ago, in response to a rise in discourse about why women authors are less read and reviewed than male authors, I posted a roundup of all the books by women I read in 2013. But this blog has always been about creating a personal record for myself above all else, so I've kept… Continue reading Books I read and loved in 2018

Reading Roundup: December 2018

https://twitter.com/jil_slander/status/1076550995000287232 Happy entire-week-off-because-I-work-at-a-university to me! Although the month is not yet over--and although I'm likely to finish another book sometime during the interminable airport waits between flights home--I am going to post my roundup before I enter.... the liminal space between winter holidays. Pachinko by Min Jin Lee. Although most of the books I acquire… Continue reading Reading Roundup: December 2018

Review: The Witch Elm

The Witch Elm by Tana French French (In the Woods) steps away from her thrilling Dublin Murder Squad series to explore another eerie mystery from the other side of the interrogation table. French has a gift for giving inner life to guarded, antagonistic characters; with The Witch Elm’s Toby, she voices the awakening of a privileged, well-liked man at… Continue reading Review: The Witch Elm

Reading Roundup: November 2018

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. First, a story. At the beginning of the month I went on a hike with a dear friend. We ambled and looked at trees and ate pretzels and decided unanimously that one glorious trek up a low autumnal hill was enough for one day, and so we… Continue reading Reading Roundup: November 2018

The house with a will of its own

In August, I moved to a new apartment. My old place was pleasant enough and roomy enough, with an open undivided space for the kitchen and sitting room; living right on Broad Street made for easy transportation and entertaining views of street shenanigans from my third-floor window. I didn't want to lose its comforts, but… Continue reading The house with a will of its own