snow day, 1.12
How I wish more days were like this morning. Leisurely morning coffee and reading (NY Times, Wilkie Collins, and The New Yorker’s “We Have No Bananas”) before I hear a rising or peep from any of the other neighbors and Coltrane’s A Love Supreme popping away lowly on the vinyl. Gorgeous, indeed.
The holiday time off has been spent devouring some amazing dark chocolate gifted by Mack, and of course, the pages of Wilkie Collins’ classic The Woman in White, which came as part of the glorious Penguin Classics Hardcover set I squealed about like a little child a few weeks back–and all those squeals were answered,…
mum’s visit #1, 10.31
My mum came for a weekend visit over Halloween and she is hands down the most generous, giving person in the world. We frolicked about the city and had a glorious two days–including a trip to Brookline Booksmith, where she bought me Doctor Zhivago (I love reading Russian literature in winter!) and an adorable silver…
lost in reading, 10.3
Years ago, a boyfriend bought me a copy of Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections and I fell in love with his writing immediately. I like that Franzen is sort of a literary character in his own right; and even though everyone is talking about his latest book Freedom–and I hate literary trending fervor–I can’t put his…
Death on the Nile, finished in two afternoons by the water. It’s been that easy to voraciously read this summer.
More stacks of summer reading tackled, including a re-read (not the first; its been about 3 or 4) of Catcher in the Rye since J.D. Salinger passed on this year; the Orson Welles and the Collette were mind-blowing. Mind blown.
Read, read, re-read.
This summer I’ve managed to read quite a few books; its been perfect beach weather, which means perfect laying about reading and dipping in the water, and reading some more. Horror, mystery, and a few classics I decided to re-read have been the latest up and on tap; and I’ve almost made my way through…
Working the Topaz on the porch this morning, in between sips of coffee and chapters of Robert Bloch’s Psycho.
Why I love where I live…
Because you wander into your local bookshop and find that one of the summer reading requirements in Brookline (for School Within a School) is Michael Dorris’ A Yellow Raft in Blue Water, one of my–hands down–favorite novels of all time. It’s never on summer reading lists. Except, now apparently, where I live. If you haven’t…
Books, nooks, look!
Yesterday, I spent some quality time at the New England Mobile Book Fair. If you’re a book slut and you’ve never spent any time here, please, do go. If you live in Boston, its a quick, and well worth, trip out to Newton Center for their warehouses of books. And once you familiarize yourself with…
Whilst most of the readers in this space already know that I spend a good deal of time on pursuits to make me happy like knitting, reading, and cooking, one of the things I feel strongly, passionately, about, is giving time to Boston’s youth. It’s a pretty simple endeavor to listen to a child. Last…
The sweet nectar…
I spent the weekend at my Mum’s house, sipping any and all varieties of Espresso and reading, which, may I say, might be the best way to pass a weekend. There’s nothing like a double shot in early afternoon; this weekend, with disapprovingly cold temperatures, rain, wind, and darkness, the longing for Espresso for an…