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Book meme!
The book I am reading: Having Faith In The Polar Girls Prison
by Cathleen With. This is an exceptional novel, about a Inuit teenage mom in juvie with her baby daughter, and I feel Viking kind of dropped the ball on promoting it.
The book I am writing: Oh god. There are many books I have started writing, and then stopped writing. They lurk menacingly on my hard drive.
The book I love most: Brilliant
by Marne Davis Kellogg, in which a 50-something auction house manager by day, jewel thief by night gets into serious shenanigans. I've realized recently that my favourite books are all those in which the main character does their job really really well. Oh brain.
The last book I received as a gift: Nobody buys me books. :-( The downside to being a bookseller.
The last book I gave as a gift: Manfriend got a bilingual edition of The Captain's Verses
by Pablo Neruda for Valentine's Day. Neruda likes boobies, I'll tell you what.
The nearest book on my desk: Mavis Gallant's Paris Notebooks, not to be confused with her Paris Stories. (The Notebooks seem to be inexplicably out of print.)
by Cathleen With. This is an exceptional novel, about a Inuit teenage mom in juvie with her baby daughter, and I feel Viking kind of dropped the ball on promoting it. The book I am writing: Oh god. There are many books I have started writing, and then stopped writing. They lurk menacingly on my hard drive.
The book I love most: Brilliant
by Marne Davis Kellogg, in which a 50-something auction house manager by day, jewel thief by night gets into serious shenanigans. I've realized recently that my favourite books are all those in which the main character does their job really really well. Oh brain. The last book I received as a gift: Nobody buys me books. :-( The downside to being a bookseller.
The last book I gave as a gift: Manfriend got a bilingual edition of The Captain's Verses
by Pablo Neruda for Valentine's Day. Neruda likes boobies, I'll tell you what. The nearest book on my desk: Mavis Gallant's Paris Notebooks, not to be confused with her Paris Stories. (The Notebooks seem to be inexplicably out of print.)