“I’m not enjoying this,” my father remarked when he emerged from a morphine stupor one afternoon. David Marr, Afterlife.
A Christmas gift of a book is a very fine idea. 616 more words
by Stephanie Dunk
My husband’s younger brother, Jonathan, is not very organised in the giving of presents. But one Christmas, the stars of income, inspiration and opportunity aligned and he decided to impose his good taste upon his family. 658 more words
The Children’s Bach is the kind of book I wish I’d written. It’s taut, self-assured and barrels along without an inch of hand-holding. Although I admit to getting uncomfortably lost during the first ten or so pages, everything clicked once I settled into its rhythm. 538 more words