So, my dear Reader, if you need to escape. If you need to get away. If you need a vacation from this perilous and boring life we find ourselves in, might I make a few recommendations?
A new poem by Lindsay C. Sidders
The Domestic is Telling Us Something (and Always Has Been)
In the winter, the slow burn of a domestic novel keeps me warmer much long after I put back on my nightstand...
Languid summer hours. What is to read?