Book slump

It’s been a while since I’ve read a new-to-me book that sucked me in and gave me everything I wanted. The last book that did that — that made me think and feel, that I could sink my teeth into, that was epic, and the characters were alive and real and I loved them, and … Continue reading Book slump

Slow Reading

I typically plow through books. Whether fiction, memoir, professional development, or self-help, I start, and I keep reading until I’m done. I don’t take a lot of time to process. A few weeks ago at work, I participated in a salon, which is basically a fancy word for book club. As part of the salon, … Continue reading Slow Reading


Ducks, Newburyport is a masterpiece. I finished it three days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t even know how to describe it. It is the running monologue inside the head of an unnamed Ohio mother of four (transplanted from New England), and it is a single sentence that goes on for … Continue reading Gobsmacked