Kept seeing this one on social media, so decided to give it a read. I enjoyed the topic of a woman making her way in the world of science and academia. Unpopular opinion: I did not love the unexpected interspersing of the dog’s point of view into the story. But I liked the characters, and the story held my interest all the way through! The chemistry-cooking show was fun!

One of my book clubs has chosen Appetite for America: How Visionary Businessman Fred Harvey Built a Railroad Hospitality Empire That Civilized the Wild West, by Stephen Fried, as our next book. As a writer of historical fiction about the American West, I’ve done some research into the era covered by this book. But Fried’s book has taught me a lot more. Fred Harvey was an entrepreneur who made travel through the West much more palatable to generations of Americans. The book is engagingly written, and it is as much a history of railroads, restaurants, and other aspects of Western

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This was my first Colleen Hoover book. I’d seen many recommendations, and overall it did not disappoint. It was a little crass in some places, and there were quite a few convenient coincidences. But I liked the characters and basic storyline and wanted to see the outcome. Four stars!

Just finished reading The Magic Of Found Objects by Maddie Dawson. It is my kind of book — all about people and their relationships. A little romance and some family drama! Highly recommend! 🙂

I can’t remember not knowing how to read. But I have proof positive that I had to learn to write. In the back of my mother’s old Betty Crocker’s Good and Easy Cook Book (1954 edition), the index is covered in pencil scribbles. My pencil scribbles, circa 1958. Sometime during my toddler-hood, I decided I should write like Mommy and Daddy did. So I found the nearest pencil and the nearest paper—this cook book. And while my mother was otherwise occupied, I wrote. I think my mother was on the phone when I began my writing career. I knew as I

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