I spent many years commuting into the city on a train. The trip was over an hour but I didn’t really mind because it was uninterrupted time I got to spend with a book. I probably read a novel a week. It was great and I appreciated it even more when I was a new mom and still commuting. That’s when I really savored that time to myself.
We get so much of our information off of the internet these days – cooking tips, travel must sees, decorating suggestions, book recommendations, organization aids, the list is endless. Therefore, when we need information, our tendency is to grab our laptops or tablets.
But last year, when my husband and I decided to get a puppy (our first together), I felt overwhelmed by the information on the Internet. There were so many conflicting ideologies, so many unqualified opinions (dog forums get heated apparently) and such an endless time suck awaiting me every time I powered on.
British author Louise Doughty’s Apple Tree Yard is an intelligent psychological thriller now available in the U.S. for the very first time. A married 52-year-old woman begins an affair with a mysterious man she meets by chance, and soon both she and the lover are on trial for murder.
Authors Rachel Herron, Juliet Blackwell and Sophie Littlefield in Berkeley, CA.
A surprising number of my favorite photos are out of focus or cropped in weird places. They capture me and my friends not at our most photogenic, or our most camera-ready, but at our most unguarded. You might say – at our most real.
Take this one, for instance. This was from a recent Plot Lunch, a tradition that was begun as a professional exercise and evolved – devolved? – into a celebration of friendship as much as a strategy session.
Whether you’re looking for a pulse pounding page turner, a fun romance, or a suspenseful mystery, this week’s new releases have you covered.
When Shadows Fall by J.T. Ellison
Timothy Savage’s death has been ruled a suicide. But when Dr. Samantha Owens, forensic expert, receives a bizarre letter from Timothy insisting that if he’s found dead it is foul play, she has no choice but to look into the case.
A Public Domain map of Manhattan in 1776 house in the Boston Public Library Collection.
I don’t know about you, but I’m fairly handy with maps. That’s good news for a travel junkie. Without them, I am certain that Long Island runs north-to-south (it does not). With them, I’m ever more convinced that the left bank in Paris should be called the bottom bank for living below the Seine. The newest maps are best for travelers given how quickly some things change.
However, as an historical fiction writer, the most valuable maps are the ancient ones. It is one thing to pick up my smart phone to determine where I am walking in Philadelphia. It is quite another to try determine how a man on horseback would ride from Philadelphia to Williamsburg during the American Revolution. The questions arise quite quickly. How long did that take? How did he cross the rivers if there were no bridges? Did the route I want him to take even exist?