March 2010 Reads

By mid-March, I'd already dubbed it The Month of Meh. Mostly because I had high expectations going in some of the novels--Shriver and Krauss and Pessl and Blake and Niffenegger and Beattie and you get the picture--most of them disappointed me, for one reason or another. Or maybe I was just very difficult to please. [...]

postscript || The Stone Diaries, by Carol Shields

Here’s a quote from The Stone Diariesby Carol Shields that I marked with a Post-it note. I didn’t copy it to my notebook, and thought I wouldn’t post it with the review. But, well, it deserves attention. It’s taken from the final chapter, and the language makes my heart pitter-patter. This is the best enumeration [...]

marginalia || The Stone Diaries, by Carol Shields

Carol Shields is one of my favorite writers. Her short stories are little gems: well-written, a little quaint, definitely charming. And very very human. And what I like most about Shields is that whenever I read her, there's an itch to write something of my own. I can't explain this--probably her own obvious fascination with [...]

marginalia || Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll; illustrations by Camille Rose Garcia

ZOMG, you guise—it’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, by good ol’ Lewis Carroll, with shiny illustrations from Camille Rose Garcia. It’s fast become one of my prized books—never mind that The Boyfriend, a Lewis Carroll fan, is plotting to steal it from me. [I received this lovely edition from a contest at Book Club Girl—along with [...]

marginalia || The Time Traveler’s Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger

Since a lot of you have reasonable cause to believe that I have a personal vendetta against the author [for the record, NO], I am just to say it: I finally read Audrey Niffenegger's The Time Traveler's Wife--and I didn't like it so much. Meh. I have tried to read this book three times, and my [...]

marginalia || Conversion and Other Fictions, by Charlson Ong

A confession: Conversion and Other Fictions is the first Charlson Ong book I've read. Evahr. What self-respecting Creative Writing student (with a Literature minor, to boot) dare have this oversight? Me, that's who. I've met Sir Charlson about twice. Once was at a launch of a poetry book (Joel Toledo's, I think). My then-professor Alfred [...]