Literary journey of an office career escapee
It is a special kind of pleasure when, while reading, I become torn between sense and emotions. When logic and experience tell me one thing about what’s best for the main characters, while the heart yearns for them to make an irrational but beautiful choice. That’s exactly how I felt reading “The Girl Who Loved... Continue Reading →
Will Tinkham did it again. Swept me off my feet and into yet another totally immersive story, where the characters feel real rather than fictional and America becomes intimately familiar rather than a faraway continent across the ocean. “The Cary Grant Sanatorium and Playhouse” is the ninth book in Will Tinkham’s Americana series that I’ve... Continue Reading →
From the intriguing title until the very last page, this book is guaranteed to keep you totally invested in the story and on the edge of your seat. That’s how it was for me. “Genuine Deceit” by Joy York is the kind of book that keeps readers awake way past their bedtime hour. It is... Continue Reading →
I don’t say it often, but reading this book was torture. I had to intersperse reading it with delving into other books. And that, I seldom do. That said, I cannot claim that I didn’t enjoy ‘Judy’ by Gerold Frank. Judy Garland, without a doubt, is a fascinating object for a biographer. The author, having... Continue Reading →
I have always thought about the horror genre as something that is focused on making readers’ spines go cold with terror and their stomachs churn with nausea. Zombies chewing on the entrails of innocent passers-by. The more gore, the better. A multi-genre reader as I am, I seldom choose horror. I do venture into the... Continue Reading →
This is the seventh book in the Americana series by Will Tinkham that I have read, and I definitely don’t plan to stop until I read them all. Thanks to the author’s immaculate skill, each story fuels my desire to learn more about the diverse set of characters he created. On the pages of this... Continue Reading →
Well, something doesn’t feel right here. Just a short time ago, I declared the previous book that I’d read in the Americana series to be my absolute all-time favourite. And now I loved the one I’ve just finished so much, racing through its pages like a horse set on winning Royal Ascot, laughing and crying... Continue Reading →
Reading this book was painful. I felt sad and angry. At some point, all the negativity so overwhelmed me that I almost decided not to finish. And it says something, for very seldom do I not finish my reads. The reason wasn’t that I condemn addiction and don’t believe that it is a disease. The... Continue Reading →
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