Between the Pages

   There were 2,635 pages under the tree just for me this Christmas. Pages full of analysis, reviews, history, pictures, fiction, and true crime. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction; I also, as any normal person did, gave books this Christmas. Not quite 2,635 pages worth, but enough to hold my status as the reader of the family. Here lie the highlights of what this booklover was gifted this Christmas.  #1: The New York Times Book Review    125 years of literary history all bound into one beautiful book that combines my two passions, literature and journalism, is a collection of 368 pages I found myself gawking at on multiple occasions. All alone, on its pedestal in a warmly lit bookstore, stood my one true love: the one and only New York Times Book Review . Over the past couple of months and over the course of 6+ visits, at least three Parnassus employees said some version of, "That book is amazing. Inspired, really," as I stood drooli...

Hello readers! Happy Holidays from BTP! Exams are finished, gifts are wrapped (mostly), and extended family members have arrived - we are ready. While I completely and fully believe that every season is a "reading season", I contend that the most romantic time for readers is the holiday season. Fire crackling, lights twinkling, my reading session two days ago by the fire, in a cozy chair with a knit, chunky blanket, with a cold glass of ice water with just a smidgen of lemon was the peak of my existence.  I have finished a book thus far and am already into three more. I bought books, I recommended books, I borrowed books, I lent books, and I am certain I am receiving books in the coming days. I have been enjoying texting about books with friends, as we all have more time to read. I have been participating in #TistheReadson reading sprints (which are a great excuse to put that phone away and do some reading!). I love being part of bookstagram, and I am grateful for that commun...

Well, hello there! I have SO many things to write about, but NO time to write about them. Here's a post, though. Y'all, I did it! I finally read it - after months.  Finlay Donovan is Killing It by Ellie Cosimano.  SUMMARY Finlay Donovan has no stability. She is recently divorced, has two small children, and is an author with a mental block. Not only is she failing to put any words on the blank document that she sits in front of every night but she cannot even manage to keep her daughter from cutting tragically jagged bangs. Struggling to pay bills, Finlay meets with her agent at a local Panera (where else?) to discuss getting yet another advance on the book she is failing to write when an unidentified, despondent-looking woman slips a piece of paper into Finlay's diaper bag. A piece of paper that read - "I crumpled up the note and held it over the bin. But the dollar sign - and all the zeros that followed - piqued my curiosity. Who was Harris Mickler? Why did he have s...