Navigating Diaspora in The In-Between World of Vikram Lall, Kenya, and India

How many book reviews can I write about diaspora? Maybe a lot because the feeling of not knowing where or what home is is something I struggle with. So when I picked up The In-Between World of Vikram … [Read More...]


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Reading Heat and Dust in the Dusty Heat of India

One of the things I was most afraid of in coming to India was replicating the colonial experience. This frightened me because I despise the exploitation of other peoples and cultures and I thought … [Read More...]



Reading The Missing Year of Juan Salvatierra Against Vonnegut’s Bluebeard

I want to write about this gorgeous little book I read and how it made me ponder questions like ,"What if your entire life could be gathered into one work of art?" I want to consider how memoirists … [Read More...]



Reading The Blue Jay’s Dance: A Memoir of Early Motherhood

Pregnancy is a weird time. My body is changing radically but only incrementally. I can't bear to be out of sight of my husband. The world is full of advice and stories of their own experiences (which … [Read More...]



Finding Nouf and Peeking Inside the Walls of a Closed Society

If it wasn't for the semi-annual book swap I attend, I never would have read Finding Nouf by Zoë Ferraris. But someone in that group of fabulously well-traveled and intelligent ladies had read … [Read More...]



Suspended Inside The Appointment by Herta Müller

When I woke this morning, I didn't want to pick up The Appointment by Herta Müller even though I only had a few pages left to read. I successfully avoided the book all day yesterday, too. But not for … [Read More...]



The Art of Voice in Keri Hulme’s The Bone People

I admit I probably picked upThe Bone People by Keri Hulme because I was looking to flesh out my South Pacific section. It won the Man Booker Prize back when it was still called the Booker Prize and I … [Read More...]



Neil Gaiman Reads A Christmas Carol this Christmas

We added a new tradition to our Christmas routine last night. Usually our literary Christmas Eve consists of of my husband reading O. Henry's "The Gift of the Magi" to me (while I weep) and me reading … [Read More...]