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One of the true things that Andrew Clements said in The School Story (which would have been good had it not been for the ending's nosedive into warm-fuzzydom) is that all writers begin as readers. I most certainly started out as a reader, and a voracious one, before becoming a writer. Even afterwards, reading is … Continue reading à la Austen


This morning escaped me as I was sitting and rereading Daddy Longlegs. Seven fifty found me dashing out the front door with coat undone, throwing on my hat, scarf, and mittens as I went. Thank goodness ours is not a neighborhood where all the neighbors are out early. Waiting in the cold and black for … Continue reading Reading