I feel terrible for not having written this review sooner. Actually, terrible is a mild term for how I feel about my abysmal lack of blogg...

The hardest part of grief is that it never goes away. With time, it might become less acute, but then something happens to remind you of t...

Elinor saw, with concern, the excess of her sister's sensibility; but by Mrs. Dashwood it was valued and cherished. They encouraged ea...

Just when you feel your books have disappeared from the collective consciousness, a sudden burst of good reviews spurt forth and quench th...

Happy New Year! So wonderful to finally be sitting in front of my computer once more and giving some much needed attention to my poor, negle...

This is not the first time I've put an Austen twist on a Christmas classic. Last year I created Twas the Night Before Christmas, whe...

I have a full sweep of reviews to share with you this beautiful, snowy morning! It's going to be a great day - the elves left supplies f...