Category Archives: The Bookseller’s Daughter

Pam as Molly — Or is it the other way around?

It’s been delicious to get such lovely recent recognition, and from a host of venues: From Philadelphia, where the nice folks at the Kink Shoppe are promising their clients the opportunity to trade their copies of Fifty Shades of Grey for something rather better-written, which is to say Carrie’s Story… … to Britain, where yesterday a covey of brilliant … Continue reading Pam as Molly — Or is it the other way around?

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The Bronx is Up and So Am I, pt II

I’m from New York, have I ever mentioned that? Yeah, I thought so — after more than 40 years in the SF Bay Area, part of me has never stopped being a New Yorker, which means part of me has never stopped talking about how much I love my first city. So I’m thrilled to … Continue reading The Bronx is Up and So Am I, pt II

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Double Contest for Booklovers — Come Play With Us

My first response (besides sheer delight) to The Dangerous Viscount, my friend Miranda Neville’s latest book, was to want to take notes. Or outline it; make charts or graphs. Whatever it would take for me to figure out how she made something so light-hearted and entertaining so smart, believable, and wonderfully well-plotted. But for right … Continue reading Double Contest for Booklovers — Come Play With Us

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Sense and Sensuality — for a wonderful cause

A man wakes up in a strange bed, with only a whiff of lovely scent to remind him how he got there: He sniffed: rosemary and lavender [hanging from the ceiling beams to dry]. And something else, spicy as cinnamon, tart as lemon. A woman. The sheets of her bed smelled like her.  — from … Continue reading Sense and Sensuality — for a wonderful cause

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Innocence and Experience: Be My Baby Now, Part I

Beneath my writers’ uniform of flannel pajamas, I harbor two raging alter-egos in spandex, the dynamic duo of TheoryGirl and SuperEgoGirl. The first thinks the big fancy thoughts, the second (and more beleaguered) gets it onto paper (or into the ether), but only after I’ve promised to do so. Which is why, in my last … Continue reading Innocence and Experience: Be My Baby Now, Part I

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Wild Work, in Inner and Outer Space

Every time we arrange or rearrange books on a shelf, we enjoy in crude form one of the basic pleasures of literary criticism. — English Romanticism and the French Tradition, by Margery Sabin …Two weeks ago, on the History Hoydens blog, I mused about the pleasures of reshelving my books in a freshly painted study, … Continue reading Wild Work, in Inner and Outer Space

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