On Sunday April 30th , I had the pleasure of attending the Ottawa Blogger Meetup. I went last year, so I’d been looking forward to it since Kathy of A Glass of Wine announced it earlier this year. It was a lovely meetup. We had lunch while Kathy filled us in… Continue Reading Ottawa Blogger Meetup 2017
I first read Child 44 by Tom Rob Smith in first year university for a utopian fiction class. While there is a lot in the book about communism and Russia, I feel like we read it more because it’s a good, exciting book, than to analyze the utopian/dystopian aspects of the… Continue Reading Rereading: Child 44
Wild Things: Acts of Mischief in Children’s Literature is a non-fiction book about, you guessed it, children’s literature. Throughout, the authors, Betsy Bird, Julie Denielson, and Peter D. Sieruta, tell the untold stories behind many famous children’s books, providing interesting anecdotes and analysis. Even if you only have a slight interest… Continue Reading Thoughts on Reading Wild Things
2015 was an eventful year for me. I received my English degree, traveled to Europe, lived in New York for six weeks while learning all about publishing (and growing my book collection considerably). I visited family in New Brunswick, started a new job in Ottawa, and started this blog. It… Continue Reading Happy New Year!
I was in 4th grade when the September 11 terrorist attacks occurred. I was nine years old. I remember my friend told me about it at recess after getting back from a dentist appointment. It didn’t mean much to me then, but its significance began to dawn on me when I… Continue Reading The Breadwinner and the Power of Literature
I recently read an article by Mira Jacob, author of The Sleepwalkers Guide to Dancing. In this article, which she originally prepared as a speech for a Publisher’s Weekly event honouring young publishing stars, Jacob tells a story about preparing an excerpt of her novel for a radio program. She… Continue Reading Why You Shouldn’t Tell Writers “The Audience Won’t Relate”
For years I received an odd feeling of accomplishment when I told people that I had never read Harry Potter. Better still was when I could assert that I’d read a popular series before the rest of the crowd. Ah what perverse pleasure it was to think “Ha, Harry Potter,… Continue Reading Overcoming My Inner Literary Hipster