November was a weird month. I read a lot more than in October, mostly to escape what was happening in my family, for the first time in a while I actually consciously searched for an escape in books. As always reliable friends they helped me, even if my reading was less patient than usually and …
Almost exactly two years ago I read Olive Kitteridge: A Novel in Stories and I liked it a lot. Then I saw a lot of positive reviews of My Name Is Lucy Barton and finally I bought it while in Cambridge few weeks ago. I really like the Penguin edition, the window in the cover is a nice …
I wrote few weeks ago how I finally caught up with all the reviews, that is now officially in the past, I am three books behind again and surely soon it will be four. This however is a common state of affairs, one may even say it was highly unusual to be caught up with …
