When I think of the farm, I think of mud. Limning my husband’s fingernails and encrusting the children’s knees and hair. Sucking at my feet like a greedy newborn on the breast. Marching in boot-shaped patches across the plank floors of the house. There was no defeating it. The mud coated everything. I dreamed in …
June 11, 2010 archive
Jun 11
Post BEA Book Buzz: September Gems Part II
Welcome to the fourth installment of a series of Post-BEA Book Buzz articles where I will be highlighting some of the hot new titles which I discovered at the BEA. View the first three installments of this series: Hot Books May 2010 Sizzling Books of Summer September Gems Part I In this edition of Book …