Sometimes I believe in book karma. I pick up a book for one reason and by the end it’s given me dozens more reasons to recommend it. This was the case with Ma and Me a memoir by Cambodian American journalist Putsata Reang. I began reading it because I thought I might slip this column in before… Continue reading Ma and Me: a memoir that is so much more
The woman seated next to me at the book group describes almost word for word the image I’ve been trying to put out of my thoughts since reading it a few days earlier. It is worse than grim, but part of me is glad that we cannot forget it. So many stories move quickly in… Continue reading Escaping Underground and into the Clouds
The women in almost-matching black down coats are grazing a table full of books and both still look hungry for more. I recognize a title by Amor Towles under the arm of one of them, an author I’ve developed a taste for. This cozy little bookstore is busy on an early January Saturday. There are… Continue reading New Year, New-ish Books
Reading In the Catskills 