Category: Literary Fiction.

Book Review: My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell

Book Review: My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell

Do I love to read a book that’s stirred up controversy? Of course I do! Who doesn’t? I always want to see what all the fuss is about, even though I know I’m willingly jumping on a bandwagon that doesn’t need another rider. My Dark Vanessa by...
Book Review: Ridgerunner by Gil Adamson

Book Review: Ridgerunner by Gil Adamson

I groaned inwardly as I read the description for this book as a ‘literary western’. I generally hate the western genre, I find it very dull, I don’t like guns and I’m not really a horse person, so what is there for me? Luckily I picked up...
Book Review: Songs for the End of the World by Saleema Nawaz

Book Review: Songs for the End of the World by Saleema Nawaz

Living smack dab in the middle of a global pandemic seems like the PERFECT time to read a novel about a global pandemic right? Ok maybe not, and for those who are suffering from anxiety over our current situation, you may not want to reach for a book about a virus...
Book Review: The Subtweet by Vivek Shraya

Book Review: The Subtweet by Vivek Shraya

It’s hard for me to write an unbiased review of a Vivek Shraya book because I’m in awe of her: everything she’s accomplished, the marginalized groups she advocates for, and the seemingly limitless talents she possesses all come together to create one...
Book Review: Perfect Tunes by Emily Gould

Book Review: Perfect Tunes by Emily Gould

There is no shortage of books on parenting; people who have children and (annoyingly) people who don’t have children all feel compelled to give advice on this subject. But what many of these books fail to acknowledge is the power of circumstance, and how the...
Book Review: Actress by Anne Enright

Book Review: Actress by Anne Enright

It’s hard to imagine what it would feel like to have a famous parent. I’m sure there are numerous accounts online that I could dig into, but I’d much rather read a fictional account of it; it feels less like voyeurism and more like personal...