Reading. Writing. Me.
P. G. Wodehouse is one of my favorite authors. I love his witty dialogue, quirky characters, and how messy his storylines get before all the seemingly superfluous information comes into play to give you a satisfying ending. I frequently compare them to murder mysteries: you have to pay attention or you'll miss out on all... Continue Reading →
When I first got my Kindle, I was amazed at how many fantastic books were floating around to download for free. FREE! I went kinda crazy and tried to download all the books, paying little attention to content. I now attempt to be more discerning, but it's so thrilling to be introduced to a fabulous... Continue Reading →
It doesn't surprise me that Nate Philbrick is a fan of Lloyd Alexander. I noticed similarities to The Book of Three as soon as I started reading Where the Woods Grow Wild. But the pig keepers and runaway barnyard animals in Philbrick's tale carried me into another forest for a new adventure I was glad to take.... Continue Reading →
The more I read them, the more I love old myths and legends. They're more than stories, more than magic and gods and the fantastic, they're part of the history of a people group. They give insight into what mattered to a culture, what a people believed about themselves and life. My husband is half... Continue Reading →
I first picked up The Ragamuffin Gospel over ten years ago. My parents forewarned me that Brennan Manning was basically a heretic, and that I probably shouldn't read it because I was easily confused. I was rebellious enough to insist I had the wisdom to discern truth from error, but inwardly terrified I'd be led astray.... Continue Reading →
Since giving birth I've had trouble fitting reading into my daily schedule. But now with such luxuries as the baby's regular bedtime, I'm finally able to sneak in a chapter here and there. I look for short, easy reads that I can pick up and put down at a moments notice. You know, in case... Continue Reading →
The first children's book I received from Plough Publishing was Charlie the Tramp by Russell and Lillian Hoban. They sent it to me bundled up in a red bandana, as though the book itself had been a traveler and needed a place to stay. It was an adorable read about a little beaver named Charlie... Continue Reading →
I noticed recently that I haven't been reading a ton of Young Adult books as of late, I seem to be on more of a Middle Grade kick, but the book trailer for this novel really caught my eye. https://youtu.be/guXUQjMAfRI I went online and immediately got in line to borrow this book from my library.... Continue Reading →
Do you like Classic Movies? Do you like Hollywood Gossip? Do you like murder mysteries? Well then do yourself a favor and don't read this book! Seriously, don't do it. I grew up on classic movies. My grandmother and I spent countless hours snuggled together in her bed watching Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce play... Continue Reading →
I'm torn about this book. There's no doubt in my mind that it's beautiful. I can give it full marks for that, but for some reason enough of it did not resonate inside me to leave me wanting more of it. The book is a collection of short stories and poetry, based around black experience... Continue Reading →
