Maybe it’s the book you rescued from a yard sale, or the one you left abandoned on a shelf for years because the cover was awful. Maybe it’s one that was mis-shelved at the library right between two of your favorites, and you found yourself looking at it on a whim. Maybe you happened to... Continue Reading →
Book Medicine, or The Two-Sentence Book Review Challenge
So I was wandering through Costco one day and I accidentally walked down the book aisle. Well. Accidental is relative. I picked up a paperback called The Little Paris Bookshop and decided to give it a new home, because this was on the back cover: "Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apothecary. From his floating... Continue Reading →