He had information, a lot more information than an hour ago. He had a name! Dread Lord Gavrax. Surely that couldn’t be his original name, of course. No mother would name her baby Gavrax, would she? He winced. Of course someone who thought those bedposts were a good idea would choose the name Gavrax. He
“Dear Journal, Now I’m going to write about breasts. I never used to have them, but they’re growing in, getting bigger, whether I like it or not. Why? Where do they come from? Why can’t I stay like I am? […] What’s everyone so excited about, though? Am I that weird? I hate it. I
The girls got their own room, as per their mother’s plan. Mother had set money aside, without telling father, to furnish the girls’ room. She put two new sets of desks and chairs by the sunny window and a new closet and bookcase by one wall, and gave them each a new sleeping mat, blanket
FYI: This review contains spoilers. “The whole situation had come to be because I’d sat down one day in front of my recruiter and informed her that I wanted a job as close as possible to my house – ideally, something along the lines of sitting all day in a chair, overseeing the extraction of
She [Sachiko] was sometimes startled at the thought that she spent more time worrying about her sisters than about her husband and her daughter, but they were like daughters—they were on a level with Etsuko in her affections, and at the same time they were her only friends. Left alone, she was surprised to note
As I’ve already stated several times before, I’m a cover whore. Most often, this leads to interesting books I wouldn’t necessarily read. Sometimes, this leads to me discovering that the beautiful cover is indeed the only remarkable feature of a book. “Don’t judge a book by its cover” goes both ways I’m afraid. Unfortunately, Spielman’s
I’m a cover whore — that’s the main reason I bought this book. I’m also always looking for a gripping cozy mystery, so one more reason to get myself this lovely little gem of a 'cozy'. Looking at the cover, you may understand why I noticed this book: a touch of vintage, the promise of
What the blurb tells us: When Chris Kraus, an unsuccessful artist pushing forty, spends an evening with a rogue academic named Dick, she falls madly and inexplicably in love, enlisting her husband in her haunted pursuit. Dick proposes a kind of game between them, but when he fails to answer their letters Chris continues
Before my wife turned vegetarian, I’d always thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way. To be frank, the first time I met her I wasn’t even attracted to her. Middling height; bobbed hair neither long nor short; jaundiced, sickly-looking skin; somewhat prominent cheekbones; her tied, sallow aspect told me all I needed