Dear Mrs. Bird by A.J. Pearce

  When I think of historical fiction set during the Second World War, I anticipate a generally serious tone throughout the entire book.  I do not expect to be reading something that can make me laugh, cry, and change my perspective in a single chapter. In her debut novel however, A. J. Pearce has presented... Continue Reading →

After Apple Picking by Robert Frost

After Apple-picking My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of... Continue Reading →

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