Making it Up As I Go

I finished Misfortune, that much-neglected-by-me book by Wesley Stace, and it was fantastic. At the point that I put it down originally I was only about 50 pages in, and while the prose was beautiful, it hadn’t grabbed me in… Read more ›

I love the library. Love it. There are few things in life I enjoy more than walking through the library, with no time limit and no particular book in mind. I love the quiet, the solitude, the sheer number of… Read more ›

I finished Christmas Pudding by Nancy Mitford last night. Her books are somewhat hard to describe- a lot happens, but not a lot happens. Christmas Pudding takes place over a Christmas holiday in the country, as some Bright Young Things… Read more ›

I started this post and then realized what I was writing was a total lie. What I began to say is that: “There are books that I really wish I read when I was younger, as my younger self would… Read more ›

I haven’t posted in a while, and the reason is two fold. First, I have to admit that I’ve abandoned Misfortune yet again. I started, I really did, and I really enjoyed what I read and fully intend to finish… Read more ›

Back in July of last year, I posted about rereading Harriet the Spy. I briefly touched on my mixed feelings about the book, saying: “I hated the end of it passionately, and reading it again this time, I kind of… Read more ›

About a week ago I got a call from my dad. “On July 29,” he said, “you posted that you were starting to read Magic Street by Orson Scott Card. And then on August 3 you post about all these… Read more ›

I finished Mirror Mirror on the Wall, and ended up with a grand total of three essays I just could not bring myself to finish. Just not my cup of hot chocolate. The number of essays that I loved is… Read more ›

I took a trip to the library yesterday, where I had to enforce the rule my mom created when I was little- You can only check out as many books as you can carry. As I was going to be… Read more ›