Write from the Heart, by Heather Hummel
This was a very pleasant read. The story is heartfelt and full of emotion. At least that’s how it seemed to me, and part of the reason might be that this is a book about first time novelists and their…
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Indie-book reviews
I published in READ a review of Ann Patchett’s Truth & Beauty, and this might be the last random book review that I post on the website. I am aiming at more focus on independently published books. There are many books out…
Truth and Beauty, by Ann Patchett
Several years ago, in my first year of living in the US I picked up from the library a book that sounded promising: Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy. It was a magnificently written book on a fascinating topic:…
You want to be taken seriously as a writer? Then be(have like) a man!
This article published on the website of the National Book Critics Circle is so disturbing that I have a hard time rereading it even if it was just to order my thoughts for a rebuttal. It makes me very upset and while…
Margaret Sanger, A life of passion, by Jean H. Baker
I read this book mostly in the beautiful vacation house we rented in Ogunquit this summer. We spent there the whole 4th of July week and it was such a gift. Mornings were beyond beautiful in the back sunroom or on outside on the patio with a book and a cold coffee. Although I had started the book at home several weeks before, I was not able to make any progres through it, but on vacation, on the porch, there was no stopping me.Latest news (Ultima ora) by Ion Minulescu
The circus . . . A mundane incident– One acrobat, A deadly jump, And . . . The acrobat did not wake up . . . The orchestra brasses all stopped, The clowns in the arena screamed . . .…
Made my own natural skin products. Aren’t I crafty?
A few months ago I became obsessed with creating the perfect skin care regimen for myself. I was very unhappy with my face. Something had happened: first, some hormonal issues that produced some ugly red spots. Then, I had…
It’s all in the eyes
Visited New York city this weekend with the family. I’ve always been attracted to its spirit and energy. This time however, I didn’t feel much of it. Maybe because it is so hard to distinguish the tourists from the actual New…
The Light (Lumina), by Lucian Blaga
The light that I feel flooding my chest when I see you, isn’t it, I wonder, a drop from the light created on the first day, from that light so thirsty of life? The nothingness was lying in agony when…
Blue-flower garden
A romantic heart’s dream. One that I had forgotten since Lyme ticks and itchy poison ivy frightened me away from my own garden. Somehow, it came to life all by itself. Plants I had grown from seeds, flowers bought years ago at…