Tag Archives: Branching Out
Still Not Romantic
I like to think of myself as a well rounded person who can appreciate different genres. I can find something to like on the sci-fi shelves, in the mystery section or on the shortlist of a pretentious literary award. But … Continue reading
Small Coloured Things
For the last few years it seemed like I spent a lot of time thinking about colourwork projects, thinking about what patterns to make, which colours to pick. But then somehow I never actually knit any of them. So it … Continue reading
In Which I Try To Be Romantic
I like to think of myself as a pretty wide-reading person who is up for pretty much anything book-wise. But then there’s Romance. I don’t read romance. Actually, I often skim the mushy bits (with maybe some exceptions for the … Continue reading
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter
Do you ever pick up books that you kind of expect to hate? I don’t, as a general rule (no, I haven’t read 50 Shades) but then one day my fondness for unsexy vampires trumped my aversion to gimmicky premises … Continue reading
The ABC Murders
My mom is a big reader of mystery novels, so much so that even though I’m up for some mysterious happenings in my books I rarely read them because it seems more like a mom thing. (Also because it seems … Continue reading
The Known World
Over the years I’ve picked up The Known World by Edward P. Jones a bunch of times then put it down because this is Serious Pulitzer Prize Winning Literature which is not really my thing. This time I actually read … Continue reading
Stitches & Marginalia 