marginalia || Bird in Hand, by Christina Baker Kline

Ah, domestic realism -- a term that I may or may not have invented. Wiki tells me that the term as it's used isn't quite how it's defined in my head. Yes, some of those bullets may apply, but not entirely. I don't mean "women's fiction" and I certainly don't mean "ra-ra empowered women through [...]

marginalia || On Folly Beach, by Karen White

Sometimes, a book just isn't for you. Never mind that you had such good feelings about it, never mind that you chose it, never mind that you thought it'd hit the proverbial spot--after all, it is about books and sadness. Never mind that a lot of people really really really like this book. Kids, On [...]

marginalia || The Believers, by Zoe Heller

The world’s bookshelves are rife with risky books. Some are deemed so because of their subject matter, others are deemed so because of their form, their storytelling. And then there are books that audaciously and assiduously attack both. The Believers by Zoe Heller is one of them. I had the dubious pleasure of reading this book as [...]