Have you heard about this? An Australian couple is restoring a 94-room chateau in middle-of-nowhere, France, blogging about it, and even Instagramming. File under “to do once I make my millions.”
My father is an avid reader (which is presumably where I got it from). And my grandma loves to tell stories about how he was always mispronouncing words he’d read in books.
(Image found here) I finished what I thought was the final draft of the novel I’ve been working on for the past five years this past Christmas Eve, at my parents’ house, in the morning over coffee next to the Christmas Tree. I remember sitting back, stunned. Am I done revising? Is this really it? Well, no.
I cried on the subway this morning. This is a beautiful book. Go read it.
I have what you’d call an eclectic taste in books. I’ve read obscure books, trendy books, YA, middle-grade, crime thrillers, memoirs, you name it.
Jesus Christ, I miss traveling.
I’m an obsessive reader. I’d rather go without food than without books (for a little while at least). I’ve just recently decided to break into the NA category. While I have positive and negative things to say about all of the books I read, there was something that stood out in nearly all of them that […]
After all, that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. No offense to Juliet, but I think names are important. When I start writing a story and need to name my characters, one of two things happens:
So when I started this blog I was actually thinking I’d be posting to it more often. All the ideas! Can’t keep up!
I saw Les Misérables on Broadway on Saturday. It was my favorite play growing up and I hadn’t seen it in about ten years. I’m happy to report it’s still amazing (in case you were wondering).
