Last weekend, I found myself juggling visitors, personal projects, and my peace of mind. Juggling is decidedly not my forté. I chose two out of three and let my writing projects slide. This week I made up for lost time: squeezing in extra writing time, blog planning, setting up an interview for a...
It’s Friday! Fri-YAY! This week has been so exciting, and I’m thrilled to say that the weekend will be no different.
After a quiet weekend, I was surprised to realize I had tons of interesting things to share! While I didn’t get up to much, I did find quite a few things on the internet that piqued my interest.
Open since 1999, 0fr. is a bookshop, art gallery, publisher, and project midwife. With “diffuser, distribuer, soutenir la créativité” as their credo, there’s not much they won’t do.
It’s 2006. There are no iPhones; Williamsburg is on the precipice of gentrification; and Tess is pounding the pavement looking for a job. Compelling, sensory, and uncannily relatable, Stephanie Danler’s Sweetbitter follows a young woman’s sensory awakening after moving to New York...
We never tire of reading about Americans in Paris. Somehow, despite reeking of clichés, tales of their adventures retain their youthful, starry-eyed allure.
It’s an old adage, but supposedly, the way you spend New Year’s Eve sets the tone for the new year.
There are a lot of “Year in Review” pieces floating around the internet, but I don’t want to review my year. 2016 sucked. Books don’t.
“The christening took a turn when Albert Cousins arrived with gin.Fix was smiling when he opened the door and he kept smiling as he struggled to make the connection: it was Albert Cousins from the district attorney’s office standing on the cement slab of his front porch.”
I’ve moaned about the size of Parisian apartments before, but when you live in a shoebox, where on earth are you supposed to put a Christmas tree?!