I really don't know much about black history. Considering it's black history month, I feel it's important to admit this...
Books make me happy in a way that may confuse many people. It's a kind of obsessive, craving love that would be unhealthy if it were directed at a human.
As I flitted around to various holiday celebrations, I started to notice a trend, people like to talk about their latest TV binge obsession. I like to binge TV too, but over my holiday break I binged something better. I binged books!
I started writing my blog when Travelers I was published in October 2016 and, at the time, I decided I would write a blog post every day. It was ambitious, but if I'm going to do something I'm going to do it all the way.
Baby, it's cold outside. What better way to stay warm and walk off all those Thanksgiving calories than going to the mall? OK, now scratch out "mall" and replace it with "local indie bookstore" because this weekend it's Small Business Saturday AND Indies First. (Insert squeal of joy.)
They say laughter is the best medicine. I say it has some competition with books.
If someone called me a "feminist" or a "bleeding heart liberal" or even a "libtard" my first response would be, "Well, thanks!" And then I'd say, "And nice to see you matured past the name-calling of 7th grade." (I wouldn't be able to help myself. I mean really, "libtard," come on.)
It's Friday Five time again. Time to review my five favorite bookish articles or stories floating around in the last week or so. This week includes a sampling of stories both serious and fun, ranging from racism in books to book festival mania.