Solitude
“I I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn...
Afternoons with Jane Austen
“Ah, there's nothing like staying at home for real comfort!” So says Jane Austen - a writer who dismembered the domestic scene in her...
Virginia Woolf on Dining Well
Grocery stores clogged with people - carts crammed with cans and frozen pies, clanking between empty shelves. At home, our cupboards...
The Wide Sargasso Sea By Jean Rhys
I am finding it difficult to wrestle the magnitude of this book into a mere blog post. Yes, it is only 100 pages - though, then again,...
Orlando by Virginia Woolf
Where to Start? Virginia Woolf chose to start with a teenage Orlando hacking at a decapitated head in an attic adorned with slain...
The Stone Angel by Margaret Laurence
I finished “The Stone Angel” last night - 300 pages bristling with the grumblings of a woman steeped in the past. Whilst reading,...
You are the River
I have managed to enrol myself (after much deliberation) in an online course offered by Oxford University - which is less daunting than...
Lessons from Mary Oliver
Poetry; words arranged in a lyrical format, derived, initially, from songs, sung around the fires of ancient storytellers . For most of...
The Ugly in Literature
This summer, I had a conversation with my grandmother that resonated with me long after august dwindled into fall. She, the likely...
Books For Intermediary Readers
At fifteen, I like to think I have safely emerged from that awkward reading stage customary to preteens - in other words, the murky abyss...
