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maribouThe Know-It-All, by A. J. Jacobs
Funny and smart and full of interesting factoids with which to pester one's spouse, family, friends or whomever. If you tend to read self-deprecating as whiny, I would avoid it, but otherwise highly recommended.
(215/200)
Swing Low, by Miriam Toews
This is an odd little book. Fiction? Nonfiction? A Mennonite suicide's novelist daughter writes down the story of his life as if he were writing it. But it is elegant and plausible and moving. I am looking forward to reading her novel A Complicated Kindness.
(216/200)
Mother Aegypt and Other Stories, by Kage Baker
Kage Baker remains one of my favorite writers. There were no absolute duds in this collection of 13 stories, and several that glowed, or sang, or chortled like a mountain brook in June.
(217/200)
Emerald Magic, edited by Andrew Greeley
This was pleasant. A collection of modern Irish fantasy stories. The Charles de Lint and Diane Duane entries were particularly fun, and Jane Lindskold's story about Lady Gregory was haunting.
(218/200)
Funny and smart and full of interesting factoids with which to pester one's spouse, family, friends or whomever. If you tend to read self-deprecating as whiny, I would avoid it, but otherwise highly recommended.
(215/200)
Swing Low, by Miriam Toews
This is an odd little book. Fiction? Nonfiction? A Mennonite suicide's novelist daughter writes down the story of his life as if he were writing it. But it is elegant and plausible and moving. I am looking forward to reading her novel A Complicated Kindness.
(216/200)
Mother Aegypt and Other Stories, by Kage Baker
Kage Baker remains one of my favorite writers. There were no absolute duds in this collection of 13 stories, and several that glowed, or sang, or chortled like a mountain brook in June.
(217/200)
Emerald Magic, edited by Andrew Greeley
This was pleasant. A collection of modern Irish fantasy stories. The Charles de Lint and Diane Duane entries were particularly fun, and Jane Lindskold's story about Lady Gregory was haunting.
(218/200)
