“If there were no callers in those long evenings, we sat in the living room by ourselves. I would be reading the novelist I had most recently discovered; my grandfather would be going over a favorite Joe Lincoln or Zane Grey or Grace Livingston Hill for the ninth time; and my grandmother would sew or knit in the bad light at the end of the sofa.” 9 more words
You’re Never Weird on the Internet (Almost) is a memoir by Felicia Day. She’s an actress/writer/producer/everything-under-the-sun. But a lot of people have never heard of her, and that’s because she really became a star within a certain realm of entertainment, and that’s the internet. 181 more words
The autumn our daughter Carly was two and a half, we admired the fallen leaves together. “But, Mommy,” she asked, looking up at bare branches, “how do the leaves get back on the trees?” 692 more words
Ed. Note: This review was written for a now defunct livejournal account while I was in my first year of law school.