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19 11, 2016

Review: The Selected Letters of Laura Ingalls Wilder by William Anderson

By | November 19th, 2016|Categories: Essays & Correspondence, Nonfiction|Tags: , |4 Comments


selected letters of laura ingalls wilder book coverReviewed by Bethany Kelly

Whenever I opened The Selected Letters of Laura Ingalls Wilder by William Anderson, I was instantly transported back to my childhood.

I read all of the Little House books as a kid, and I have been interested in Laura Ingalls Wilder since becoming a writer myself. This book gives us a look into Laura’s relationship with her daughter, Rose Wilder Lane, who helped her with the Little House books. Seeing the correspondence between the two (mainly from L.I.W. to her daughter) was quite interesting. It gives us a unique look into everything it took to make the Little House books a reality. I would definitely be interested in a book of letters penned by Rose Wilder Lane, as there aren’t very many in this book.

25 09, 2016

Review: Dear Mr. You by Mary-Louise Parker

By | September 25th, 2016|Categories: Entertainment, Essays & Correspondence, Memoirs, Nonfiction|Tags: , , |3 Comments


dear mr. you book coverReviewed by Kelly Ferjutz

It is a truth universal that one cannot judge a book by its cover. Or should not, in any case. Sometimes, even if you do take the time to read samples and other reviews you really still cannot predict a wonderful book. You’re as likely to pick one that says absolutely nothing to you.

I did mostly feel that way about Dear Mr. You, except for one sentence on page 60. “Time should weep for having spent me without you.” I cannot get it out of my head–it just runs around in there like a hamster on a spinning wheel.

1 07, 2016

Review: I’m Not a Terrorist, But I’ve Played One On TV by Maz Jobrani

By | July 1st, 2016|Categories: Entertainment, Essays & Correspondence, Humor, Memoirs, Nonfiction|Tags: , , , |0 Comments


i'm not a terrorist jobrani book coverReviewed by Caleb Shadis

I’m Not a Terrorist, But I’ve Played One On TV is a humorous tale of one man’s trials growing up an Iranian American. Maz Jobrani and his family came to the U.S. when he was a small boy because of the change in government, and stayed, because of that same government.

The memoir mostly highlighted important milestones in his life and Jobrani generally has a very amusing way of telling his story. Of course, his biggest problems had to do with his parents–a fairly common issue for children of immigrants. Most parents embarrass their children. Children of immigrants have the added issue of parents who are different from American parents and do and say ‘weird’ things.

7 06, 2016

Blog Tour: The View from the Cheap Seats by Neil Gaiman

By | June 7th, 2016|Categories: Essays & Correspondence, Nonfiction|Tags: , , |8 Comments


view from the cheap seats book coverPlease join Neil Gaiman, author of The View from the Cheap Seats, as he tours the blogosphere with TLC Book Tours!

Reviewed by Nina Longfield

The View from the Cheap Seats brings together the non-fiction writing of storyteller Neil Gaiman. This collection contains a variety of speeches, essays, book introductions, and articles. Reviewing a body of essays written over the span of decades is a challenge. I would love to sit here and expound on the merits of each piece or pare it down to my many favorites, yet I must consolidate my thoughts to the book as a whole. Sadly, some might not read this book because it is non-fiction or because it is a collection of essays. I would say that is an unfortunate mistake. Within these pages, there are passionate ideas, tributes from a noted author to his mentors, intriguing thoughts on writing, thoughts on reading, and thoughts to dwell on. There are stories and there is humor.

16 05, 2016

Review: The House That Made Me

By | May 16th, 2016|Categories: Essays & Correspondence, Memoirs, Nonfiction|Tags: , |0 Comments


house that made me book coverReviewed by Poppy Johnson

The House That Made Me, edited by Grant Jarrett, is a book of essays by 19 contemporary writers who were prompted to look at Google Earth and find their childhood homes, then write about how those homes shaped their writing today. On paper, this is a grand idea. Many of the writers describe life altering moments and poignant snapshots from their childhoods to lead the reader through personal family tragedies, joys and triumphs, as well as their accomplishments as writers.

In each story, the home is definitely used as the backdrop, and it either starts to brighten or darken the writer’s landscape for the future. Most of the essays begin with a shout out to Google (I wish they hadn’t). Some of the writers do provide vivid portrayals of their childhoods–these portrayals definitely made me want

11 12, 2009

Review: Beg, Borrow, Steal: A Writer’s Life by Michael Greenberg

By | December 11th, 2009|Categories: Essays & Correspondence, Memoirs, Nonfiction|Tags: , |1 Comment


9780307740670_p0_v1_s260x420Reviewed by Mac M.

The language in Michael Greenberg’s new memoir, Beg, Borrow, Steal: A Writer’s Life, startles with the beauty of verse and the throb of a violent, tempestuous city. Greenberg’s words, though, form the only true unifying thread for this loosely fitted biography.

The book patches together what appear to have been columns about life in New York City. Each chapter introduces eccentric characters from the city, including quite a few members of the author’s family. We meet several wildly different people, including a fixer with a mail-order law degree; a master chef practicing his art in a soup kitchen; an ex-patriot Chilean filmmaker; and Greenberg’s own father, who was a a middle-class, immigrant scrap-metal tycoon.

Greenberg tries to weave his encounters into a common story about his struggles to become and support himself as a