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My friend Susan Kerslake told me recently that she feels sorry for the books she’s bought. I asked if she’d write a guest post for my blog explaining why, and I was delighted that she said yes.

When I asked Susan for a short bio, she replied to say she’s been an author and is now a reader and pet caregiver. And she’s a vegetarian. And she turned 80 yesterday—happy birthday, Susan!!

Susan is a long-time member of the Friends of the Public Gardens in Halifax, so I thought I’d include a few photos of the Gardens at the end of this post. I took these last Saturday.

Oh woe! I lament the fate of my latest book purchase (Ursula K. Le Guin’s No Time to Spare) as I stack it on the tower of books beside the bed.

Along with:

The Lotterys Plus One (A recommendation from Lisa at Woozles after I inquired about something along the Penderwicks line.)

The Marrow Thieves (I’ve been going to lectures at the library on Environment and Literature, and this was suggested by the professor, Renee Hulan).

Frankenstein (Renee read us a paragraph or two in class, and I found a copy on the free shelf at the library!)

Superfly (Which is indeed about flies.)

A Mercy (On sale at Bookmark, on the charity bookcase.)

These Silent Mansions (A woman’s meandering and pondering on cemeteries in England.)

The Memory Palace: A Book of Lost Interiors (This guy is fantastic: Edward Hollis. A follow up to The Secret Lives of Buildings.)


Peace by Chocolate: The Hadhad Family’s Remarkable Journey from Syria to Canada


Bel Canto

And Crime and Punishment. (And what, you ask, would Crime and Punishment be doing there, but I was supposed to be reading it with a friend in BC. That petered out.)

Though sprouting bookmarks all, they are in medias res.

And what of The Corn Maiden by Joyce Carol Oates, whose sheer bolt of energy in her writing is a spur. That book, almost finished, because, you guessed it, it is a library book and due next week.