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Tahoe May Have a Beautiful Lake, But It Is a Bookstore Desert…What’s a Bookish Girl to Do?

Mountain vistas layered with blues and greens. Check. Crystal clear water rippling with calming waves. Check. Bookstores. Not so much.

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June Wrap-up: Fire, Spies, Robots and Bookstores…Super Random, But Fun!

Random weather ruled my June and heavily influenced my activities...including reading...

Inviting Authors to Book Club: Great Idea or Terrible Idea?

Bringing an author to book club can be tricky. Is it worth it?

Discovering Our Bookish Soul in an Old One-Room Library

It's just a square building made of white planks with a gray pyramid roof settled on top, like a hat that's a little bit too big. The building could have been the inspiration for the schoolhouse in the Little House on the Prairie books...

Forget Winter…Summer is Coming and it’s a WAY Better Season (for Reading and Nostalgia)

It's that time of year again. Sprinklers dot the sidewalks with water. Fresh cut grass sticks to flip flops. And the air thickens with anticipation (oh and humidity).

Anything But an Author: Why Don’t Girls Want to Be Writers?

I am a woman. I was once young. (Don't snicker.) And even then I loved to write. But I didn't necessarily want to be a writer, well, not at first.

It’s Not You, It’s Me…The (Sometimes Irrational) Reasons I Break Up with Books

Breakups are not always rational. This is what watching 9 seasons of Seinfeld taught me. And I apply this learning beyond personal relationships. I apply it to books as well.

Longest Travel Day Ever, But I Made It!

It’s been 20 hours since I dragged my overstuffed carry-on suitcase through the doorway of my house. After three taxis, a three-hour train ride, countless hours at the airport, a six hour flight and one narrowly averted snow storm, I’m finally here, at my hotel in Spain. Exhausted and excited.

Wind Storms and Nor’easters Won’t Keep Me From My Books!

My house groaned like an old angry ghost, one with a fondness for my closet or at least the attic area above it. Unable to sleep, I pulled my covers up to my chin and tried to ignore it.

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