Here's a fun, new segment: archived book reviews! I'll post these for funsies as they pique my interest (and as long as they don't embarrass me too terribly much). Many of these first appeared in newsletters for Watermark Books and Cafe, a local, independent bookstore where I worked as a bookseller (and for a five-year... Continue Reading →
Most people here know I'm an English teacher, an avid fan of Shakespeare (we have the same birthday), and an even bigger fan of Scotland (a Caledonophile). So when my sister-in-law gifted me Lady Macbeth by Ava Reid, I put it at the top of my TBR pile. And it doesn't disappoint. Shipped from Breizh... Continue Reading →
In all the ways that food can call us to gather, it can also show us ways to rebel and to feed our resistance to power. And that’s the focus of Julia Turshen’s tiny but powerful cookbook; she gathered recipes from chefs and activists seeking a way to feed those who helped push for change... Continue Reading →
As soon as Halloween is over, I'm in full holiday mode. I want cocoa spiked with peppermint and warm, fuzzy socks by a fireplace (or a space heater). And I definitely want a holiday romance novel. In fact, I want all of them. The first holiday romance of the 2024 season for me was an easy... Continue Reading →
Anyone who tells you that listening to an audiobook isn’t “technically” reading is lying. When George M. Johnson’s newest nonfiction - Flamboyants: The Queer Harlem Renaissance I Wish I’d Known - hit the audio shelf, I made it my top priority to give it a listen, and this slim book - mixed with poetry by... Continue Reading →
I know, I know. Baseball season is “technically” over, but KT Hoffman’s debut queer sports romance The Prospects is a line drive straight to your heart. Every baseball season starts with one thing: hope. The hope that your team will go farther, run faster, and make it to the playoffs. And that’s the case for... Continue Reading →
A must-read for fans of horror films. Full stop. It made me reflect about why I love (and hate) some slasher movies, and it ignited in me a desire to watch some films I’ve never seen (Dead Ringers, Eyes Without a Face, and The Wolfman).
Kelly Barnhill's novel When Women Were Dragons explores the ways in which women were (and are still) told to fit into certain roles, certain standards, and certain ways of living. And when they don't, those women dragon. Yes, they dragon. As in "dragon" as a verb.
The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune is the magical, cozy book that you never knew you needed. And you do. You need it. When meek and mild-mannered Linus Baker is sent on a secret assignment to the house on the sea, he plans to be his meticulous self: he'll record his observations... Continue Reading →
Reading The Matzah Ball by Jean Meltzer is like taking a crash-course in Hanukkah, in the best possible way. Yes, there are menorahs. Yes, there are latkes. Yes, there are dreidels. But what Meltzer does effortlessly is make all of the expected aspects of the eight-day festival of lights feel magical. Rachel is the Rabbi's... Continue Reading →
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