Review: The Saturdays by Elizabeth Enright

The Saturdays
by Elizabeth Enright
Rating: *****
Date read 9/29/2013

I love these books. I hate, hate, hate the new covers. Hate. What in the world could be better than Maginel’s little girl’s watercolors? Ahem.

Oh how I love Enright’s books. This one has a special place in my heart, naturally. They all do. This one has the alligator! Oliver! The bob! The opera- though even Enright failed to make me appreciate opera in real life.

One must never forget Enright’s keen eye for botanizing. One can rest assured that if Enright says it’s blooming, then it is in fact blooming at just that season in just that locale. A virtue far to seek lately.

Review: Long Live the Queen by Ellen Emerson White

Long Live the Queen
by Ellen Emerson White
Rating: ****
Date read 9/25/2013

I’m probably never going to love this as much as many of my friends. But it’s engrossing and riveting and well-written. It’s not my favorite, not even my favorite by this author, but it’s really, really, good. Meg is utterly believable, if someone you never want to try to make friends with. Let alone date.

I love the snarky humor. I hate the commas.

Review: Saffy’s Angel by Hilary McKay


Saffy’s Angel
by Hilary McKay
Rating: ****
Read 5/25/2013
I fell in love with Saffy’s delightful, goofy family. I hope there are more books about them. It’s a book positively infused with gentleness, a bemused goodwill, and love. So much love on every page. No surprises, no tears. I left it in the observation car on the train and was happy to see a young girl engrossed in it the very next day. A sheer delight.

Review: Alek by Bodil Bredsdorff



by Bodil Bredsdorff

Rating: ***

Read 4/15/2013

The Crow Cove series ends not with a bang but a soft sigh. The last two paragraphs are maybe the purest, most beautiful prose I’ve ever read. The rest of the book is a little flat, a little mysterious. Probably I would have liked it better had I re-read the first three before I tackled this one- and I certainly recommend that you do that. There are always transcendent moments in Bredsdorff’s books. This is no exception. You will want to eat oranges as you read.