Oh, sleep. Nothing else could ever bring me such pleasure, such freedom, the power to feel and move and think and imagine, safe from the miseries of my waking consciousness … It was one thing my mother and I had enjoyed doing together when I was a child. She was not the type to sit… Read More My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh
Good as my word, I’ve been busily hard at work getting my freelance writing endeavor up and running. I’m in stage one: panicked confusion. Apparently, before you can get much of anywhere you have to brand yourself. I’ve been at work watching videos and reading articles on how a person does that, which so far… Read More The writing librarian and her work: plotting and paring
A light start to my 2019 reading year with this fast-paced darling of 2018, a thriller that swept Europe, washing up on the shores of America in early 2018. Despite knowing I have next to zero luck with buzz books – the latest flavor of the month thriller – I tried hunting it… Read More Starting my reading year: The Nanny
I have a post in draft form about my visit to London to meet up with online bookgroup friends of nearly 15 years, however, I’ve had to up stakes and change plans entirely. I’m not long for the UK, friends. The Landlaird’s broken this camel’s back via a grievous breach of privacy and… Read More May be a bit of a lag.
Needing a break from the relentless beauty of Edinburgh, last week I took a few days away to visit pretty Perth, Scotland. The Scottish Landlaird and I weary of each other’s company, turning a wee snippy and unpleasant left together too long; it’s not a bad thing separating us by a few hundred… Read More The Fair Maid of Perth, Scotland
If I am asked for advice I always say, “Don’t give up the day job”, no matter what it is, because however well your first book did, however large a sum of money you may have made, one swallow does not make a summer or one successful book a long and lucrative career. -Susan… Read More Jacob’s Room is Full of Books by Susan Hill
Please sit down for this. I’m not proud of myself right now. Quite the opposite. I come to you, hat in hand, begging forgiveness. I’ve smashed the 11th Commandment to smithereens: I’ve committed blogdultery. I’m not sure how long I’ll be in Scotland, but for the time I’m here I’ve done some work… Read More I’ve been cheating on you with another blog.
Not currently employed outside freelancing – not outside the home, I mean – how I spend my time is at my own discretion. A rabid reader, it’s not a stretch guessing what I’ve been doing with my free time these past seven or eight weeks. You betcha! Cups of coffee and toast crumbs… Read More Mrs Gaskell & Me by Nell Stevens
I first met Ian Rankin in 2006 on his Chicago tour stop. I’d been a fan of his John Rebus detective series a short while, as much for the familiar Edinburgh setting as the writing. I fell all over myself talking to Rankin, stuttering and turning red. His accent and rugged good looks made my… Read More An evening with Ian Rankin: Music and Murder
I’m blaming dismal cold and wet weather on my grumpy reading mood. I have never suffered mediocre books gladly. I do not hesitate to throw dull books aside with such force they dent the walls. The older I grow, the less latitude I’m willing to give as time grows shorter. Reviewing books more… Read More Elizabeth is Missing by Emma Healey