Precisely two millennia ago, or so it seems, I posted the first of a two-part series chronicling my visit to the Charles Dickens Museum on ...

Me, in York. Next to Water. Follow the Metaphor? This week has been hard. At the moment, my life is in limbo. Stuck between my past and my ...

The recently established library in my small town is microscopic. Case in point: any title not aimed at children is placed in one of two se...

Friday Confession: I very rarely read translated texts. Explanations for my blatant elitism do exist, chief among them being that I'm so...

Victor Hugo's Parisian Bedroom I came across an intriguing article today which provides a sneak peek into the bedrooms of celebrated w...

You know those days when you feel like you're in the eye of a tornado? The world is spinning around you while you're trying to stay...

I've barely made a dent in my spring reading plans . Life has got in the way, cruelly pushing literary perusal to the back burner. And ...

My culinary creation When I hosted a discussion of Elizabeth Gaskell's Cranford for my Book Club, I wanted to recreate an authentical...

The Hunger Games premiered in cinemas this past weekend, pulling in a staggering $155 million domestically. After seeing it twice, I'm...

Do you ever root around in the wealth of biographical material about famous writers and come across something that surprises you? Does it e...