“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” — Groucho Marx
In The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien writes, “In a true war story, if there’s a moral at all, it’s like the thread that makes the cloth. You can’t tease it out. You can’t extract the meaning without unraveling the deeper meaning. And in the end, really, there’s nothing much to say about a true [...]
I finished Julie and Julia last night. It’s fun and kind of fluffy, and isn’t so much about the food and the cooking as it is about how Julie Powell’s attempt to cook every recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Vol. 1 by Julia Child changed her life. I found myself relating [...]
In Strangers in the Land of Egypt by Stephen March, Jesse Terrill could be pegged as the stereotypical ‘troubled teen’ — his older brother has been killed, his mother has abandoned his family, and his father has suffered brain damage as a result of being attacked in an alley — and in the opening of [...]
And now I have to admit to something: when I buy books for my mother as presents, I basically just think of books that I’d like to read myself and then get them for her. She and I have remarkably similar taste in books, so it all works out in the end… except [...]
I’ve got a bit of catching up to do, so three posts in a row!
Wild Animals I Have Known by Ernest Thompson Seton was selected for me by another LibraryThing member as a part of this year’s SantaThing [a grab-bag for book-lovers]. My Santa selected it for me because of my love for James [...]
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