For anyone who loves good books, A Novel Bookstore by Laurence Cossé is a must-read mystery. Two French bibliophiles establish a book store based on
The back cover describes Kate Taylor’s A Man in Uniform as a “book deeply engaging for readers of mysteries as well as upmarket historical fiction.”
“The body is an organ of memory, holding traces of all our experiences. The land, too, carries the burden of all its changes. To truly
I confess. I like Lee Child’s Reacher novels. That’s like saying I like pulp fiction or dime novels or soap operas or comic books or
Rebecca Solnit’s A Field Guide to Getting Lost essentially is a memoir of the mind, an intense collection of personal essays about losing oneself intellectually,
Let me preface this review by saying that I’m not a great fan of short stories. That’s a result, I think, of teaching too many
Normally I don’t review books written by good friends and ordinarily ‘Bookin’ with Sunny’ doesn’t include books with footnotes, but we’re making an exception for
Lisa Unger’s latest novel, Heartbroken, reminds me of another one I reviewed for ‘Bookin’with Sunny’ a few months ago. Both Tatiana de Rosnay’s A Secret
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye, Who cheer when soldier lads march by Sneak home and pray you’ll never know The hell where youth and
Since its 1883 publication, generations of young adults have fallen in love with Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, its hero Jim Hawkins, and its anti-hero
I recently reviewed Louise Penny’s Armand Gamaché mystery novel, A Trick of the Light, for ‘Bookin’ with Sunny.’ Because it was the seventh in a series
A conversation with a friend who is far more religiously astute than I led me to ask him to recommend a book or two about
Southeast Asia and its storied past remain mysterious to me. So I cannot judge the fidelity of Kim Fay’s novel, The Map of Lost Memories;
Another cozy British mystery, another spunky heroine, another assemblage of novels to follow contentedly for years. Frances Brody has added another detective series to my
“We were archaeologists in our own tomb,” observes Sara Houghteling’s narrator when he and his father come home to Paris in August, 1944. Paris itself
Nein, A Manifesto Home alone, reading Eric Jarosinski’s Nein. A Manifesto, and I’m laughing so hard that tears are running down my cheeks! I don’t
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