Monthly Archives: January 2010

January 2010 Reads

And I just put the 22nd book read of the month back on the bedside table. I’ve been a busy bee. Here are my reads for the month of January [and I won't bore you with little summaries of each. I'm redundant enough as it is]: The Fiction Class, by Susan Breen. Little Children, by […]

sunday salon || Reading the Short Story

Short fiction is, quite possibly, my favorite genre. This is plain personal bias, and the fact that I have been studying the art form and its craft for school—I major in Creative Writing, and fiction is the genre-track I’d chosen. Yes, there’s a pleasure in reading the short story, but I also read short stories […]

marginalia || Birds of America, by Lorrie Moore

I fell in love with Lorrie Moore when I found her short story “How to Be an Other Woman” in an anthology of love stories. There, by pure accident (I was scouring the library shelves, just because), I fell in love. She just blew me away—her language, her quirkiness, her ability to sucker-punch your right […]

book dump || BookSale Spelunking v.03 + From Kael’s Bookshelves

La-dee-dah. Have completely thrown off my reading schedule with these beauties. First picture, from a BookSale—never knew that there was one right beside the hospital. Imagine my glee, imagine my Waaaah at realizing I could’ve found a place to traipse to when it all got to be too much. There’s still the future. Anyway: The […]

Bye, Mr. Salinger!

I call your WhutFace and raise you a SadFace, J.D. I admit that I never really liked Catcher in the Rye, mostly because Holden himself was a phony (hah)–I read it at nine, and then again at twelve, and then read it again at sixteen (so don’t say I didn’t try). But still, this makes […]

marginalia || The Gin Closet, by Leslie Jamison

Ladies and gentlemen, I will allow the long-ass blurb of The Gin Closet, the debut novel of Leslie Jamison to do the honors: In the late 1960s, Tilly Rudolph abandons her middleclass home in the suburbs and flees to the seedy underworld of Reno. She stays away for decades, working as a prostitute and nursing […]

marginalia || Eternal on the Water, by Joseph Monninger

Joseph Monninger’s novel, Eternal on the Water, begins with: They found Mary’s body in Round Pond. Mary, the heroine. Mary, the love of the narrator Cobb’s life. We are immediately plunged into sadness, and, in my case, bewilderment: I just got here, I rallied, why’d you have to do this now? But I was in […]

marginalia || Atmospheric Disturbances, by Rivka Galchen

This run-down of my thoughts won’t be as detailed as all the other posts, because I wanted to love this book, but went away disappointed. Darn it. Anyhoo, this is what the back of the book says: When Dr. Leo Liebenstein’s wife disappears, she leaves behind a single confounding clue: a woman who looks, talks, […]

marginalia || Every Book Its Reader: The Power of the Printed Word to Stir the World, by Nicholas A. Basbanes

This is a book-lover’s dream. Or dream dictionary, to be more technically correct about it. Every Book Its Reader: The Power of the Printed Word to Stir the World, by Nicholas A. Basbanes is always on my “Currently Reading” pile—whenever I am plagued with that terrible hiccup I’ve dubbed Bibliophilic Purgatory, I skim the pages […]

marginalia || Too Wicked to Kiss, by Erica Ridley

I very much enjoyed reading Erica Ridley’s debut novel, Too Wicked to Kiss—I sat down with my ARC, intending to read only a few pages to get the feel of it, and then before I knew it, hours had passed, and I was at the end of the book. It’s intelligent, emotional, compelling, with a […]