Reading Rambles: Eowyn Ivey’s Alaska

Much as I enjoy reading other people’s book blogs, and much as admire their reading stamina, memory for detail and ability to present synopsis and opinion succinctly and in an entertaining fashion, I’m rather enjoying putting together my long-winded rambles which seem to say a great deal less in a great many more words.  I’ll add the occasional review, especially of a classic, but rambling, rather than reviewing, suits me better.  I enjoy the journey, though for anyone with the time and stamina to indulge me and follow along, a cup of tea or beverage of choice might be fortifying…

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Books, Glorious Books…

At the time of writing, I have been culling: a harrowing experience

Ah…. Books.  An entirely different matter from reading.  Books are entities; books have a presence of their own beyond the words and the worlds contained within their pages.  Books are things of beauty.  At least that’s how it is for me. Continue reading “Books, Glorious Books…”