There may not be a better form of reading escapism than a good, old, rootin’, tootin’ story of historical fiction set in the Klondike during the gold rush days in the late 1800s. The Rush by Beth Lewis is a bit different, however, because it’s written from a feminist perspective. Throughout history, there have been strong women whose accomplishments have often exceeded those of men,…
After spending the last few days reading Nobody’s Girl, A Memoir of Surviving Abuse and Fighting For Justice, by Virginia Giuffre about her life before, during, and after Jeffrey Epstein, I have three comments: It is not an easy read. It is not easy to put down. It is a must read. If you are anything like me, you will feel gutted when you read how a…
The first book by Margaret Atwood that I ever read was The Edible Woman in the early 70’s shortly after it was first published, and I loved it. It was set in Toronto with plenty of recognizable locations and experiences I could identify with. Her main character, Marian McAlpin, worked for Seymour Surveys at a joe-job that wasn’t that different from my own job at…
The reason I haven’t posted a book review in several months is because it’s been that long since I’ve had my hands on a good book. I’ve started many and after a few dozen pages, I gave up. That all changed with The Road To Goderich, a book of historical fiction written by Linda McQuaig. If you read Roughing It In The Bush or Life…
I blame technology. Since I retired twenty years ago, I find myself wondering how I ever found time to work at a full-time job outside the home. Have you ever calculated how many hours you spend in a week sitting in front of your computer or on the phone managing your personal affairs—and I don’t mean the romantic kind? Between updating my banking information with…
