Magnificent Octopus

"Scientists have even begun studying the chants," said Frère Sébastien, "trying to explain the popularity of the recording th...

Then he'd gotten back up, and walked some more. For hours. [...] He only stopped when he'd met himself again. The Armand who...

It happened far too often. Normally death came at night, taking a person in their sleep, stopping their heart or tickling them awake, leadin...

I spent the better part of the weekend in bed reading Louise Penny's How the Light Gets In . Most of the other part of the weekend I spe...

Had the Chief Inspector been blindfolded he could have described the familiar shop. The walls were lined with bookcases filled with hardcove...

"I read your book," said Gamache to Ruth as the two of them sat in front of the cheery fire while Peter puttered in the kitchen an...

Clara saw what others couldn't. Like that little boy in The Sixth Sense , only instead of seeing ghosts, Clara saw good. Which was itsel...

"Summer is no fun without sloth," writes Charles Simic on The New York Review of Books blog. "Indolence requires patience — ...

"Why did you strike his so soundly?" "He needs that scholarly pride clouted out of him." "Like the man you spok...

A Trick of the Light , by Louise Penny , was a wonderful discovery for me, and the perfect first read for me of RIP VI . It's a detectiv...

It's been a few years since I followed along with Carl's annual autumnal Halloween-mood-based challenge, Readers Imbibing Peril (RI...