Imbolo Mbue’s debut novel Behold the Dreamers falls into a quirky category of mine—books with titles that perfectly encapsulate the story. This novel is the American dream from two vastly different perspectives—one, that of an immigrant here on a limited work visa and the other, an investment banker. Jende Jonga is hired as a chauffeur by Clark Edwards, the banker. His ... Read More...
August Reading Wrap-Up
First of all, to anyone who looked at this photo and wondered (even for a second) if it was me then if I had a will you'd be the main beneficiary. No, darlings, I've not been lounging in Greece and even if I had I don't look like that. But it was the most accurate portrayal of how August feels to me—between the frantic activity brought on by the end of summer and the ... Read More...
August Library Checkout
After a bit of a drought in July, when I was otherwise occupied, I found my way back to the library in August. Read For such a small book The Mother exerts a powerful pull. It covers the London trial of a 16-year-old accused of killing a 15-year-old. Both boys ... Read More...
A House Without Windows
Author Nadia Hashimi’s family is from Afghanistan and her time spent listening to their stories and travelling in Afghanistan herself gives her novels the weight of truth. Her last novel, The Pearl that Broke its Shell, was a blend of the modern day with the story of the fabled women who guard an ancient shah’s harem. In A House Without Windows she stays firmly in ... Read More...
Bright, Precious Days
Russell and Corrine Calloway move in all the right circles, but at the grand banquet that is New York society they’re seated at the children’s table. Yes, Russell owns his company, but it’s a publishing firm and while it has cachet it doesn’t have much cash. They live at an enviable address downtown, but in a cramped loft with one bathroom for four people. When Bright, ... Read More...
Inventing the Rest of Our Lives by Susan Levine Braun
Yesterday, I had a milestone-ish birthday. 55, which means I can no longer say I’m in my early 50s. Boo to that. I’m not generally one to find age markers to be difficult—I thought 40 was a blast, but this one, for whatever reason hit me harder than any other in awhile. I decided I really needed to let go of the self-doubt and irritation that’s been dogging me recently and jump ... Read More...
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