Book Review: Dust Tracks on a Road
So you will have to know something about the time and place where I come from, in order that you may interpret the incidents and directions of my life. Dust Tracks on a Road by...
So you will have to know something about the time and place where I come from, in order that you may interpret the incidents and directions of my life. Dust Tracks on a Road by...
My breasts are making me a mockery of a sham. They are like two sticky-out beacons attracting all the sadsacks in the universe. After reading two books about World War II, I...
Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I've never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither...
I was not anxious to write this book. Writing an autobiography at my age seemed presumptuous. Moreover, I felt that to write about my life, what I did, what I thought and what...
I was supposed to play the piano. [...] I play the organ. A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban can be summed up in the words of the Rolling Stones: "You can't always get...
"I am a third child! I want to be treated like everyone else!" When I did my independent study at Iowa State University, the professor book talked Margaret Peterson Haddix's...
A review I wrote of Robinn Gourley’s Bring Me Some Apples and I’ll Make You a Pie and Anita Silvey’s I’ll Pass for Your Comrade: Women Soldiers in the Civil War appears in Purdue...
I am reading two very serious books (serious in different ways--one is an autobiography, another is just kind of hard to read), so to give myself a break on Christmas Eve, I...
“Well, it’s simple to love someone,” she said. “But it’s hard to know when you need to say it out loud.” That quote doesn't really encapsulate the main plot of When You Reach Me...