I've devoured several new and brilliant books in the last few weeks, but today I'm in the mood for a throwback. The first time I read Patricia Reilly Giff's Pictures of Hollis Woods, I was ten, maybe eleven? I read it again when I was fifteen or sixteen, then again when I was around nineteen. Something I've noticed … Continue reading Pictures of Hollis Woods: can places have souls?
I usually pull positive excerpts from books. This week, I decided to nitpick a bit. I wanted to like the book My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry, but there were two elements to the narrative that made it difficult for me to engage with the story. First up: the Imagination Bruiser I love unusual verbs, visual … Continue reading My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry: A Bit of a Browbeater
I'm here, at last, on my new island home where orchids grow on trees, my husband makes juice from pineapple, ginger, and mint, and the toilet paper is always a little bit soggy from the ocean breeze. Back home, my friends and family poked fun at me for my non-traditional luggage. I was allowed to check two … Continue reading The 10 Books I Brought to Brazil
Have any of you had one of those moments when your senses are all in harmony? The colors and shapes around you, the feelings in your heart, the taste on your tongue, the sounds in the background, the scent in the air? I had one of those moments at approximately 12:48 AM, Friday night. I was in … Continue reading Song of Achilles: Imagery of the Gods
As a child, I lived largely in my imagination. More than playing with other children, I enjoyed playing by myself with lots of tiny figurines that my mother called "my sets." I would spend hours creating worlds out of leaves and berries and candle votives and cubbies under my nightstand or the phone nook. As … Continue reading Theatre Clouds: Illustrations Drenched in Light