In a tropical place like Singapore, everyone expects an abundance of green leafy gardens. What's not expected? People who don't shove you out of the way on a busy sidewalk and a spectacular light show of metal trees.
A recent weekend spent outside in a flurry of autumnal golds and reds got me thinking about books.
Every month has its "thing." And October's "thing" is the things that go bump in the night. (It might be the best month ever.)
The iconic opening to the novel The Haunting of Hill House is one that sticks in your brain forever. Its first paragraph ends with the words: "Whatever walked there, walked alone." The TV show begins the same way...
Spy fiction is not a genre I usually read (ok, never read) much to the chagrin of my friend, Elizabeth MacKenzie Biedell.