If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least have a talking dog?
SPOILER ALERT: Details from both the book and the movie The House with a Clock in its Walls below. When I found out that one of my favorite books ever, The House with a Clock in its Walls by John Bellairs, had been made into a movie, I was eager to see it despite my concern that... Continue Reading →
Some of my favorite books are books written for children around 10 or 12 years old. Decades after I discovered them, I still love to re-read The Phantom Tollbooth, The House with the Clock in its Walls, and The Tattooed Potato and Other Clues. As an adult, I sometimes dip into today's kid's lit in... Continue Reading →
I just finished reading A Game of Thrones (by George R. R. Martin) for the first time. I've been hearing about it ever since the TV series hit the air in 2011. As a fantasy fan, I should have checked it out right away, but I was leery. Some things with masses of devoted fans leave... Continue Reading →
Thanks to Hollywood, the word "hero" conjures a definite image: a muscular, stern-faced man, who is taciturn, courageous, and determined. He faces impossible odds, risking what matters most to him, in order to save others. His most prominent characteristic is his strength — physical and mental. Without it, he cannot hope to succeed. But not all... Continue Reading →
One of the bad things about adoring the work of a deceased writer is that eventually you have read everything that person published. I'm in this boat a lot, because most of the writers I like have been dead for decades or even centuries. There will be no more books from Dorothy L. Sayers, Agatha... Continue Reading →
