Swimming in the Monsoon Sea

I’ve been excited to read this one for awhile now. I stumbled across Shyam Selvadurai a couple of years back, when I began my active search for Sri Lankan authors. Fourteen year-old Amrith is caught between childhood and adulthood. School has let out, and the holidays stretch out ahead of him in a seemingly infinite... Continue Reading →

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Celebrating Library Lovers’ Day

Apparently, February 14th not only marks Valentine’s Day, but also Library Lovers' Day! A day to celebrate any and all things library. I can’t believe I’ve lived this long on this planet and only just stumbled across this piece of information. You don’t understand, ok? I used to sneak off to the library because our... Continue Reading →

Re-Shelving: 2016

It's well past January, and perhaps a bit belated for this post, but I've read too many good books this past year to not re-visit them. I have to say that my decision to read more diversely this last year was quite effective (and made me realize how much I'd been missing out on). More... Continue Reading →

Austen & Me, Then & Now

So yesterday was Jane Austen’s birthday in New Zealand. And today is Jane Austen’s birthday in most other places. Therefore, this post is still valid. Now that we’ve got that disclaimer out of the way, we can move on. As a way of celebrating Austen's birthday, I decided to write this completely self-indulgent post. I... Continue Reading →

Transcending the Gothic Canon

Gothic literature and I are pretty tight. What's not to love? Isolated, looming mansions; floating, mysterious figures; sinister secrets. It speaks to the psychological thriller loving, mystery aficionado in me. If you're not familiar with this genre, a Gothic story will usually have these common identifiers: an isolated, naive/idealistic/clueless protagonist (usually female); who finds themselves... Continue Reading →

Almost Everything, Everything Was On Point

Maddy is sick. Really sick. Like can't-leave-the-house-or-her-body-will-shut-down kind of sick. As far as she can remember of her eighteen years, she has been confined to her home with her mother and her nurse, Carla, for company. She has been home-schooled, and her only visitor is her architect teacher. Maddy is happy. She is happy reading... Continue Reading →

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