Only five pages to go but I’m so tired. Should I endure or finish these another day? There’s no cliffhanger; no who-done-it to reveal; no expected ah-ah moment. The trials are over; banned books released; the rating system introduced … how does an author finish this story? It’s my desire for mental clarity that encouragesContinue reading “I can’t complain about this one”
Category Archives: Reading for Change
Parisian Online
Do you like your books to be emotional roller coasters? Or perhaps you prefer an evenhanded approach? I’m a night-time reader who aims to distract her brain from the ups and downs of the day; roller coasters are banned. After those rather unpleasant, and so very masculine, transits across the United States in On TheContinue reading “Parisian Online”
The road reluctantly travelled
At the city bookshop, browsing for outings to take back to my small-town home, ensuring I don’t miss the Classics section, looking for a manageable spine of less than 2cm … why doesn’t the air conditioning reach this corner … overheating … choose quickly please. Love a Penguin. Many months pass, the pandemic rolls aroundContinue reading “The road reluctantly travelled”
The road in context
The phone needs charging and I’m in a fit of the humdrums. I look over to the bookshelf and ask if there’s anything there to entice me? With this house being so drafty, I haven’t been game to bring my books out of storage – a fear justified by last summer’s dust storms. On topContinue reading “The road in context”
How do I describe this?
Let me start by acknowledging it was not a good idea. I thought I could be selective, and even skipped a whole chapter, but there was just so much I should have left out. I often put the book down with a heavy sigh but then picked it up again the next night. To beContinue reading “How do I describe this?”
Grit
Initially oblivious to the cold air sneaking in under the door, it was inescapable once the door was opened. Wind chill was dropping the temperature by as much as 5 or 6 degrees, give or take. So I stayed in doors and read a book called Grit, and relished the contradiction. Another book, or twoContinue reading “Grit”
