We all dream of having the perfectly normal family, don’t we? Kids who are healthy. A marriage that succeeds. A house, financial security, and friends whom we can fall back on. It is the dream. An attainable dream, we hope. Or, perhaps not. In Lisa Genova’s novel, Love Anthony, the narrators Beth and Olivia both watch as…
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Book Review: The Comfort of Lies
This book is my nightmare. I remember back when I was engaged to Dan, waking up in a cold sweat and calling him to make sure that he still loved me and he would never leave me or cheat on me. In my dreams I would catch him canoodling with another woman or admitting to…
Book Review: Let’s Pretend This Never Happened
I very rarely read non-fiction unless I am sitting in front of a computer screen reading news articles or favorite blogs. I can enjoy a good non-fiction read, and will once in a while turn to a book of essays for a change of pace., but I am, at my core, a fiction-lover. So, despite…
Book Review: The Secret Keeper
I love Kate Morton. I can’t claim to have read all of her books but I couldn’t get enough of The Forgotten Garden when I read it in 2011. Morton’s stories have depth and width and you just sink into the literary world alongside the characters. When the opportunity came to read Kate Morton’s newest book,…
#MomsReading – The Third Book
Hi! Is this the first you’re hearing about the MomsReading book club? If so, check out this page to get caught up! I just popped over to my Goodreads profile to see that I am on track with my reading challenge for this year (which actually means I am falling behind because I was ahead…
MomsReading Housekeeping
It has been a little over a week since I shared with you my vision of #MomsReading, an online community of readers determined to take back those all-too-busy moments and use them to read. Your response to this group has been absolutely astounding. I am so glad that this idea is something that you have…
Mom(‘)s Reading
If I could shut out the world and have one evening to myself – an evening without the nagging to do list or the messy house or the crying kids at bedtime – I would whisk myself away to a quiet fireside oasis. There I would sink, curled up in an extra large armchair and…