I am now at home - have been for just under two hours, in fact, during which time I've had to put away my things from traveling, tidy up other people's messes, do other people's laundry, put clean sheets on the bed, and so forth. It quickly reminded me what it is that is so great - and liberating - about a writing retreat outside your own home: you ( Read more... )

I was thinking again today about what an avid reader I was as a kid. I'm still a pretty avid reader - I spend at least a couple hours a day reading, pretty much every single day, and I can read fast, yo. If the Harry Potter books had existed then, they'd for sure have been my favorite books. As it is, my internal 12-year old self adores them with ( Read more... )

I'm nearly done reading The Seduction of the Crimson Rose by Lauren Willig. For the fifth time. Because I am so amused by it.

I realize that my fondness for this particular title in the series beginning with The Secret History of the Pink Carnation is based in part on my admiration for her taking an unlikeable woman and making her the heroine of ( Read more... )

I've been re-reading Lauren Willig's Pink Carnation books, although not entirely in order. I re-read the fourth novel (um, about four times in rapid repetition, because I love Vaughn and Mary), then the second (once), then the third (twice, in back-to-back readings), and now I'm back to the first one ( Read more... )

It seems to me that the world of people who read books for pleasure falls into two camps: those who re-read books, and those who do not. And I seriously make no judgment on that either way, but as it so happens, I am among those in the re-reading camp.


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